<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:00:13.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pudgy Indian</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>807</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-4097191440960550339</id><published>2007-06-24T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T11:35:39.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck YEAH!</title><content type='html'>OK, folks, I started a new blog and will start posting there from now on because it will be so much easier for me to deal with new format behind the scenes stuff instead of pulling my fucking hair out...figuratively speaking, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blog address is just as easy as this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pudgyindian2.blogspot.com"&gt;pudgyindian2.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-4097191440960550339?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4097191440960550339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4097191440960550339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/fuck-yeah.html' title='Fuck YEAH!'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-5967816514170733052</id><published>2007-06-24T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:03:24.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>I done fucked up my comments on my blog. I thought I had updated when I got the invitation to the new version. I have no idea what is fucking happening. I can't find anywhere on the fucking internet to get my questions answered. I don't know if I can get the new version anymore. I try to ask questions wherever the fuck I get to on the internet and can't WRITE MY OWN FUCKING QUESTIONS! I get pre-selected questions. I'm getting tired of trying to figure this fucking shit out and am going to go out for a while before I go FUCKING NUTS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW I GET THE NEW VERSION AND HOW I FUCKED UP MY OLD VERSION AND SO ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone reading this can PLEASE help me, contact me at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kbooindian@yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-5967816514170733052?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5967816514170733052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5967816514170733052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1960106662369126062</id><published>2007-06-23T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T16:55:19.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2vmE3kW7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/wl6VxfMnWCg/s1600-h/DSCN0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2vmE3kW7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/wl6VxfMnWCg/s320/DSCN0949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079409023420488626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2vmU3kW8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/pR_03zfLaD8/s1600-h/DSCN0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2vmU3kW8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/pR_03zfLaD8/s320/DSCN0950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079409027715455938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2vm03kW9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/dK_AwK9Iuwg/s1600-h/DSCN0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2vm03kW9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/dK_AwK9Iuwg/s320/DSCN0951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079409036305390546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, about a year and a half ago, before Rhonda and I had met, I was taking Felicia on one of our many trips downtown on the bus. We were heading for KBOO, and went straight to Burnside and started heading for the bridge. I was excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to show you something. It's really cool. It's something you've seen many times, but you haven't seen like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pretended to be interested just to please me, then her interest became lackluster. We started heading past Big Pink, Portland's tallest building. I made her stop beside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many times have we walked past Big Pink?" I asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lots," she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned her back to the building and she faced the street. "I'm gonna teach you something about perspective," I told her. "Sometimes there are amazing things right before our very eyes. We pass them often. Don't think much about them...until we change our perspective a little and maybe we'll see something fantastic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her shoulders and told her to lean back and look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was completely awed by something she never paid attention to before. Her look of surprise and amazement is one I will never forget. Something she had seen many times...all it took was to look up. Maybe next time we'll look down, lay on our backs and look at the clouds, look at what's under the deck, find friends in people we hardly paid attention to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1960106662369126062?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1960106662369126062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1960106662369126062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2vmE3kW7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/wl6VxfMnWCg/s72-c/DSCN0949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-2389326493917459503</id><published>2007-06-23T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T16:38:35.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>other perspectives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2uxU3kW5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Vw16h214Iac/s1600-h/DSCN0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2uxU3kW5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Vw16h214Iac/s320/DSCN0957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079408117182389138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2uxk3kW6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/jtLCHdzDAgw/s1600-h/DSCN0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2uxk3kW6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/jtLCHdzDAgw/s320/DSCN0958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079408121477356450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2uVU3kW0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/d14TjAaE2Ow/s1600-h/DSCN0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2uVU3kW0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/d14TjAaE2Ow/s320/DSCN0944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079407636146051906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2uVk3kW1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/O0wGuvHjFQo/s1600-h/DSCN0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2uVk3kW1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/O0wGuvHjFQo/s320/DSCN0945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079407640441019218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2uV03kW2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ykbnp_SU1bs/s1600-h/DSCN0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2uV03kW2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ykbnp_SU1bs/s320/DSCN0947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079407644735986530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2uWU3kW3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/cGpztrlHJ-c/s1600-h/DSCN0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2uWU3kW3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/cGpztrlHJ-c/s320/DSCN0955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079407653325921138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2uWk3kW4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/PZ3zYNwwbXM/s1600-h/DSCN0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2uWk3kW4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/PZ3zYNwwbXM/s320/DSCN0956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079407657620888450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-2389326493917459503?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/2389326493917459503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/2389326493917459503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/other-perspectives.html' title='other perspectives'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rn2uxU3kW5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Vw16h214Iac/s72-c/DSCN0957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-4631771080782255488</id><published>2007-06-23T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:48:05.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer for Help</title><content type='html'>I usually just pray silently to the spirits, but you are all spirits, so maybe one or more of you might be able to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda and I are looking to move to the country. Either on the outskirts of Eugene or Salem. We want to be out of town without any traffic noise etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we drove down to Cottage Grove to look at a house which turned out to be a total piece of crap: roof falling in on the storage section (as well as the floor rotted out), looked like it had flooded there, house stank, etc. It was across the street from a store and two fellows drinking their beer from brown paper bags. Not a nice neighborhood either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are looking and if you can help, GREAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-4631771080782255488?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4631771080782255488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4631771080782255488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/prayer-for-help.html' title='A Prayer for Help'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-2858740834664508794</id><published>2007-06-22T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T02:43:49.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnuYtk3kWyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/P8-YAYH8YOk/s1600-h/DSCN0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnuYtk3kWyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/P8-YAYH8YOk/s320/DSCN0938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078820913548647202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnuYuE3kWzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CpwiBVNe4LA/s1600-h/DSCN0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnuYuE3kWzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CpwiBVNe4LA/s320/DSCN0943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078820922138581810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 years ago, I danced in the hottest heat. My flesh was torn from my body. Convulsions shook me like earth quakes. And I knew...I knew you were coming. I knew I was about to take steps up magical stairs to share life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 yeas ago next month, you held my finger like we had known each other forever, and it was only the first moment we met. In the 45 minute ride in the care, you didn't let go. And there you are, sitting on the magic staircase and gazing into your own future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still need a lot of guidance, young one, but that is what we are here for, enit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-2858740834664508794?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/2858740834664508794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/2858740834664508794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/12-years-ago.html' title='12 Years Ago'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnuYtk3kWyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/P8-YAYH8YOk/s72-c/DSCN0938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-7611204064853542465</id><published>2007-06-22T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T02:36:56.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ohwy.com/or/r/roguervr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.ohwy.com/or/r/roguervr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 years ago, on summer solstice, I sat on a rock wall, at the peak of a trail, along the Rogue River. With a few companions we sat and ate our lunch as noon came and went on the longest day at the start of our week long hike. And I remember you, the sights, sounds, smells, and now...I have a new connection to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-7611204064853542465?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7611204064853542465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7611204064853542465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/30-years-ago.html' title='30 years ago'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-5660532315682508675</id><published>2007-06-21T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T08:04:18.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mirrors, Please, I Know I'm Already Beautiful</title><content type='html'>I talked with a friend recently whose dad is a Vietnam Vet. She told me that she believes the end of the war was the worst because military folks were given free reign to behave however they wanted. Many body parts were taken as war trophies off of our troops victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term Redskins, as many of you know, was coined during the 1600's when bounty was collected from killing Indians and skin was peeled from their backs and tanned. It had a red tint to it, thus the name Redskins. During these good old days, Indian scrotums were used for tobacco pouches, scalps for bounties and decorations, labia for saddle horn and had decorations, skin for reins and razor straps, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think of Sherman Alexie's new book, "Flight," the less I like it. In it, he describes how, at the Battle of the Little Big Horn, the Indians were mutilating the soldiers after the battle. His character was disgusted by it, but Sherman gave absolutely no context. He made no mention of how the wonderful white folks treated Indians. How Indians knew their survival as a distinct group was on the line because the white folks wanted to slaughter every last one of us. How the white folks wanted to slaughter every last Indian so wealthy white folks could make more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole life, I have faced racism. Some overt, but mostly institutional. I, as an Indian, am supposed to fit in a certain type of box which is usually one of two major categories: an alcoholic, or entertainment for white folks. Since I am neither of these things, and since I stand up to the white society that tries to narrowly define my humanity through my race, and since I call folks on this style of racism, I make a lot of people, "uncomfortable." I beat on whitey with my words because what they do to me and so many others, not just Indians, is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since I call whitey: whitey, cracker, and peckerwood, whitey starts calling Me or whatever person of color calls them out, the racists. Since we've become the racists, they consider themsleves to no longer be the racists and no longer have to examine their ideals of race, supremacy, privilege, etc. They use this (and many other things) to justify their behavior without examination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like with the horrific mutilations, racism doesn't stop. Bounties take different form in the wars currently going on. People on the defense, desiring survival in any form are instantly demonized for whatever they do, and white folks no longer have to examine their own behavior because since their victims are doing it for survival's sake, in their minds, it justifies their behavior. No examination is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nation has a horrific history. Genocide of Indians. Subjegation of the poor. Systematic abuse and oppression of women. Child labor practices. Poor health care. Brutal apartheid of blacks. Wage slave labor of Chinese and Irish. Colonization. Occupation. Racism. Sexism. The list goes on and on, and oddly, all of this horrific SHIT has a name...Freedom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-5660532315682508675?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5660532315682508675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5660532315682508675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-mirrors-please-i-know-im-already.html' title='No Mirrors, Please, I Know I&apos;m Already Beautiful'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-5611771601845137513</id><published>2007-06-20T02:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T02:18:03.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE FUCK?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.premier1.net/~raines/huh%3F.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.premier1.net/~raines/huh%3F.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY, 6 NATIONS FOLKS! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING ALIGNING WITH RACIST INDIAN HATING IMPERIALIST FAT FUCK POSSIBLY RAPIST PIECE OF SHIT PAUL WATSON FOR! THE ENEMY OF OUR ENEMY IS NOT OUR FRIEND, MOTHER-FUCKERS! WHAT THE FUCK!? TALK ABOUT SLAPPING YOUR FELLOW INDIAN FOLKS, THE MAKAH, RIGHT IN THE FACE! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING! THE ENEMY OF OUR ENEMY IS NOT OUR FRIEND! WATSON ALIGNS HIMSELF WITH SOME OF THE MOST VIRULENT INDIAN HATING FUCKS IN THE U.S. GOVERNMENT AS WELL. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-whaling ships to fly First Nations flags&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Cornacchia&lt;br /&gt;The Gazette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, June 18, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being stripped of registration papers and prohibited from sailing under the Canadian flag earlier this year, two of the world's best-known ocean warriors found a friendly port of call in the Mohawk community of Kahnawake today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Farley Mowat and the Robert Hunter two ocean-going vessels operated by the Sea Shepherd Conservation Authority, an international anti-whaling group    will travel under a First Nations flag and with registration paper's signed by one of  Kahnawake's three longhouses when they set sail for Antarctica later this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a signing ceremony today, Paul Watson, captain of the Farley Mowat, was presented with the papers for his ship and the Robert Hunter, as well as with two Five Nations Iroquois Confederacy flags, a purple flag with symbols representing the Mohawks, Oneida, Onondaga, Seneca and Cayuga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watson said the ships will set sail from Australia for Antarctica in November where the crews will try to prevent Japanese whaling ships from killing whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a real honour to have the Mohawk flag flying on these ships," said Stuart Myiow of the Mohawk Traditional Council, the longhouse that drew up the registration papers.&lt;br /&gt;© The Gazette 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-5611771601845137513?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5611771601845137513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5611771601845137513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-fuck_20.html' title='WHAT THE FUCK?'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-8679105123214520428</id><published>2007-06-18T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:17:33.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ancient Story...Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncPdE3kWvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QjcBWIz5as0/s1600-h/DSCN0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncPdE3kWvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QjcBWIz5as0/s320/DSCN0929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077544097080957682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncPdU3kWwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KYOq3gKpGsk/s1600-h/DSCN0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncPdU3kWwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KYOq3gKpGsk/s320/DSCN0931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077544101375924994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncPdk3kWxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RU-1apHHR_U/s1600-h/DSCN0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncPdk3kWxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RU-1apHHR_U/s320/DSCN0934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077544105670892306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three are hills on the east side of I-5 at mile marker 221. The first and third make up and hill known as Saddle Butte. The second photo is called Ward Butte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, a few years back, I was at one of Condi's Hemp Fests, and really high on Goo Balls. His place was not too far south from these glorious hills. And these hills told me this story, while high on goo balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a young couple that were in Love. But the father didn't think that the young man was good enough for his daughter. No matter what the young man did to prove his Love for the father's daughter, it wasn't good enough. Her father wanted her to marry a man he considered better. But the couples Love was strong and seeing the impasse, they decided to run away together, and when they came back, the father would have to accept their Love. The father decided to chase them. He Loved his daughter. He had mixed feelings. He didn't want to lose his daughter. He didn't want her to marry this man either because he felt he wasn't worthy. But maybe he was worthy if it meant that he was willing to run away with his daughter. He wanted to catch them and attempt to think clearly about this. Then a natural disaster struck and killed them. In their place was placed these hills. The young man is the first photo, father is the second, the daughter is the third. These photos were taken while driving 55 down the freeway in a truck. I just wanted to tell you all that story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-8679105123214520428?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8679105123214520428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8679105123214520428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/ancient-storymaybe.html' title='An Ancient Story...Maybe'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncPdE3kWvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QjcBWIz5as0/s72-c/DSCN0929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-6288039395841996139</id><published>2007-06-18T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:01:45.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncOq03kWqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/b8TEz7U8kQY/s1600-h/DSCN0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncOq03kWqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/b8TEz7U8kQY/s320/DSCN0912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077543233792531106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncOrU3kWrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IyypK1zlOKk/s1600-h/DSCN0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncOrU3kWrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IyypK1zlOKk/s320/DSCN0913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077543242382465714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncOrk3kWsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/F-DUj4QFpl0/s1600-h/DSCN0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncOrk3kWsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/F-DUj4QFpl0/s320/DSCN0914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077543246677433026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncOr03kWtI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Pj0OesD37Hc/s1600-h/DSCN0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncOr03kWtI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Pj0OesD37Hc/s320/DSCN0915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077543250972400338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncOsU3kWuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/q-rjmG_nBDU/s1600-h/DSCN0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncOsU3kWuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/q-rjmG_nBDU/s320/DSCN0916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077543259562334946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-6288039395841996139?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6288039395841996139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6288039395841996139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/pictures-of-beauty.html' title='Pictures of Beauty'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RncOq03kWqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/b8TEz7U8kQY/s72-c/DSCN0912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-4119312678519676820</id><published>2007-06-18T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T15:49:57.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Violence is a Bullshit Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://course.lib.uci.edu/ed/spirit/focusnew/TeacherDevelopment/images/Malcolm%20X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://course.lib.uci.edu/ed/spirit/focusnew/TeacherDevelopment/images/Malcolm%20X.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://italy.indymedia.org/uploads/2004/06/che_guevara.jpgpepco5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://italy.indymedia.org/uploads/2004/06/che_guevara.jpgpepco5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"We declare our right on this earth...to be a human being, to be respected as a human being, to be given the rights of a human being in this society, on this earth, in this day, which we intend to bring into existence by any means necessary."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     --Malcolm X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"At the risk of sounding ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by feelings of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     --Ernesto "Che" Guevarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe in non-violence. Non-violence is a lie, and a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took excessive amounts of violence, rape, genocide, and so many other forms of horrific violence from Chris to the present to secure this nation where folks will tell me they are superior to me because they are non-violent. It takes some serious oppression and violence to maintain this current american system so that the non-violent types can have the PRIVILEGE of behaving non-violently. I hear these non-violent types speak out against the war in Iraq, but I don't hear them speak out about other wars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, our dark skinned brothers and sisters from the south have been arrested and are about to be deported. Children have come home from school to find no parents and their is a good chance they may never see them again. Where are the voices of non-violence now? Why aren't we in the streets rioting to get our brothers and sisters back? Horrific violence is being enacted against these families. It is racist. Their aren't any raids arresting illegal whites from Canada and deporting them back to their privileged nation of Canada. This is racist to the core. Racism is violence. Why aren't their riots in the streets? We just let the man do his job. And those claiming to be non-violent are most likely complicit in this violence. Complicity in violence is violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But always, there is this superiority thing that whities like to claim over me. If they're non-violent, they are superior to me because I claim to not be non-violent. If they are whitey vegans they are superior to me because I eat meat and support Makah Whaling. If they are the two local kings of peace, they are superior to me because they carry Gandhian principles in their hearts (the more I learn about Gandhi, the less I like the man). If you're white skinned, you're superior to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is, you ain't nothin' but a bunch of human beings who benefit from horrific violence. Violence against women (both kings of peace I've noticed are abusive, sexist, and racist...all forms of violence). Violence against Indians, Blacks, Brothers and Sisters from the South, children, Iraqi's, Afghani's, Women in the Middle-East, etc., etc., etc. We are all beneficiaries of violence, and therfore hve NO RIGHT, in my opinion, to claim non-violence as a title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superiority through non-violence? What is it with you white folks and superiority? You're so fucking afraid of losing your racial identity. What the fuck? Excuse me, but superiority is maintained through violence in one or more of it's many forms. That is NOT non-violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleged "non-violence" is a privilege. It has taken massive amounts of violence to create this nation state currently known as the United States. It takes massive amounts of violence to maintain the privilege enjoyed by those who claim non-violence as their title. Non-violence should not be used as a title because in this nation, it is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words here are violence of a sort. They are designed to slap down those with attitudes of superiority to me and others by claiming non-violence as their title. Superiority is violence, and non-violence as a title is a lie. You can't be superior and non-violent. To be superior you have to act in one form of violence or another, many choose complicity. Complicity is simpler than enacting the violence oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I was in a fight I was 12, with the exception of the controlled sparring while taking martial arts classes. So I have not physically attacked anyone in anger for 31 years with the intent to do them physical harm. I used to get beat up by a bully a lot, when I was 12, I fought back. We didn't have a fight since. My violence was in self-defense and the beatings stopped. But I would never claim as my title, non-violence, especially since my current form of privilege comes from excessive violence from around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am superior to no one, and no one is superior to me. We are all human beings. But many folks believe they are superior to me for one reason or another. Non-violence, veganism, alleged Gandhian practices, white skin, kings of peace, you name it, I'm sure there are millions of reasons folks can consider themselves superior to me, and Iraqi babies are going to continue to get sick and die, Indians on the Pine Ridge Reservation are still gonna starve and commit suicide, blacks will still be oppressed in South Africa, our brothers and sisters from the South will continue to have their families damaged through the violence of the racist deportation system, women will still be raped by men in defense of the forests, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all you superior folks would get your naked asses of your bikes and do something about the oppression of your brothers and sisters instead of declaring your superiority to us in whatever form that may take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could care less what you think of me. I could care less about your non-violence, veganism, or other forms of superiority. What I care about are those peoples who suffer under horrific conditions that brought you the privilege to declare yourself better than me or others for whatever titles you so grandly place upon yourselves. Your titles aren't ending the killings or horrific oppressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ward Churchill always brings up Madeline Albright's declaration in 1998 I believe, that 500,000 dead Iraqi children is an acceptable loss for the empire. Many more now, of course. And always during the question and answer periods, all I hear are challenges to his interpretation of the ninth ammendment, or whitey crying "don't deport me." No one has ever spoken out against the horrific violence in the words of that DEMOCRAT, Madeline Albright, nor the horrific violence enacted by the Clinton administration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is missing here. Maybe we can find it and have ourselves a Revolution, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-4119312678519676820?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4119312678519676820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4119312678519676820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/non-violence-is-bullshit-lie.html' title='Non-Violence is a Bullshit Lie'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1154394240275203698</id><published>2007-06-18T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:25:38.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neo-Nazi Banner Drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.illuminati-news.com/graphics/06-06/061406/b/babylon_swastika.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.illuminati-news.com/graphics/06-06/061406/b/babylon_swastika.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a banner drop by some what I assume to be Neo-Nazi types off of the Marquam Bridge so you can see it when you are coming from the South. Now, I've heard word that there is going to be some sort of white supremacist rally or something of the sorts here in the whitest town of its size in the U.S., Portland, Oregon, sometime this summer. I wonder if we're going to get to see some naked bicyclists riding through the streets. I'm just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1154394240275203698?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1154394240275203698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1154394240275203698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/neo-nazi-banner-drop.html' title='Neo-Nazi Banner Drop'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1331939183510013343</id><published>2007-06-18T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:17:52.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Father's Day. I don't put a whole lotta weight into the holiday for many different reasons, so if Felicia chooses to do something or not do something for me, it doesn't matter to me all that much. If she did do something for me, I would appreciate it greatly. This year, she chose not to. She did send me an e-card and say, "Happy Father's Day" to me. I guess that is something. I won't go into why I don't care about the holiday here, but you can guess that YES, it is indeed political.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father, Louis "Louie" Wilbur Johnson, passed away on December 31, 1981. He was 48. My dad was a boiler-maker and made a lot of money when he was working. He made more per hour working in the field, but worked less so made pretty much the same amount per year. My father also wanted to be a political activist. My father, a member of the Siletz (as it were), wanted to be a part of the whole movement back in the '70's. My mother, who was rather forceful in the arena of "money," dragged him out of one meeting when she found out the tribe wasn't going to be handing out big fat checks to individuals. You should have seen the broken look on my father's face. My mother his still alive and lives in North Portland here somewhere. I haven't seen her in over a year and a half. She doesn't call nor make an attempt to get in contact with me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad had a wonderful smile. I have a picture of that somewhere, or maybe my sister does. I'll have to see if I can't find it and post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father also helped in the raising of a lot of kids. Something his mother passed on to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was also an alcoholic. I got to watch him drink himself to death, especially as my sisters moved away. I was there when it started, my mother was the only one there when it ended, and I regret that I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, if you're out there somewhere...I miss you. I know you'd Love Rhonda, and Ridwan, and all of my other friends. I know you'd be horning in on the shows and letting you opinion known. I know you'd be learning, and struggling, right along with the rest of us. You were a good human being...and I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    --Your Son, Eugene Douglas Johnson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1331939183510013343?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1331939183510013343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1331939183510013343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1626194364460500342</id><published>2007-06-16T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T13:07:02.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Example</title><content type='html'>Let me give you an example here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend named Jan. She is a recovering Catholic nun, has been in recovery for many years now. For years she makes frequent visits to her friends on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. Before she goes, she takes up a collection, usually of clothes, and takes them to the folks there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mind you, the conditions of life on the Pine Ridge Rez are some of the most HORRIFIC in the U.S. It is not because they won't pull themselves up from their bootstraps, as white folks are so fond of telling them, it is because the U.S. government keeps their boot on the neck of their economy and strongly encourage corruption through the U.S. forced tribal governments. People are starving at the end of every month on that rez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Plumes tried to start a hemp plantation, legal on the rez. However, whitey decided that would get them too close to economic independence and came in and destroyed it via their state sanctioned terrorist arm known as the FBI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about making a "political statement" about the U.S. government getting the fuck off of our land and letting us be? How about speaking out about the illegal deportations of darkies to the south, while the whities from the north don't get the privilege of being deported in mass quantities. How come the laws apply differently to whites than darkies from the south?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need your fucking help, whitey. Don't pretend your making a political statement riding around naked on a bike. Make a political statement by getting out their and pushing the U.S. government off our lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is so much more that needs doing. So much more. Riding naked on a bike, being vegan, etc., isn't helping fucking shit. We need you OUT THERE helping. Raising your hands and voices. Taking action. REAL action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feh! Why am I wasting my time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1626194364460500342?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1626194364460500342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1626194364460500342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/example.html' title='Example'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1523869781921034011</id><published>2007-06-16T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T03:04:03.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Calling You Out, Whitey!</title><content type='html'>Here Whitey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whistle* *whistle* *whistle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smooch* *smooch* *smooch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE whitey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, at least tell me how racist I am and how it isn't racist at all to turn your backs on your brothers and sisters from the south about to get deported considering they don't have white skin and aren't illegals out of Canada stealing YOUR jobs. Tell me how it's not racist to NOT go after the corporations that destroy their countries economies creating their conditions of immigration and that move YOUR jobs out of the country while YOU, oh great and glorious white folks, go after darky illegals from the South, but not whitey illegals from the North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, whitey. Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out, come out, wherever you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually you all are so fucking arrogant. You know, like when you all Love telling Ward Churchill he isn't Indian, because, afterall, who would know better than Whitey who is and isn't Indian. But as your continue your attempts to kill the messenger, in this case, because he called the Whiteys and Whitey Wannabees in the suits in the "two towers" "little Eichmans," you all decided to kill the messenger. But I notice one thing, Whitey, you never go after the message. You don't try to kill the message that Ward speaks of and does so in the truth. You never challenge the ideas he puts out about the genocide of our peoples. You never challenge the fact that he spits the current genocides in your face, specifically that great democrat, Madeline Albright, saying what an acceptable loss 500,000 dead darky Iraqi babies is, and you all mother-fuckers still don't speak out about that...but you do attack his Indianness. You have YET to say what a horrific act it is to kill darky babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon whitey! Come out, come out, wherever you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Whitey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whistle* *whistle* *whistle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smooch* *smooch* *smooch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE whitey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1523869781921034011?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1523869781921034011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1523869781921034011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-calling-you-out-whitey.html' title='I&apos;m Calling You Out, Whitey!'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-92661894446252399</id><published>2007-06-15T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T02:19:35.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridwan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnJYSk3kWnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zEaifuj_gVY/s1600-h/DSCN0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnJYSk3kWnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zEaifuj_gVY/s320/DSCN0908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076216806157605490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnJYTE3kWoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/W7VKUJwgIJ0/s1600-h/DSCN0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnJYTE3kWoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/W7VKUJwgIJ0/s320/DSCN0909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076216814747540098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnJYTU3kWpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kFmYf5TJamQ/s1600-h/DSCN0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnJYTU3kWpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kFmYf5TJamQ/s320/DSCN0911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076216819042507410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridwan payed Rhonda and I a visit last night. He started reading my blog in South Africa, of all places, and tells me there are about six or seven folks that read my blog in South Africa, a few in India, and a few in Australia. That's cool! He will probably be hanging out with us this weekend at the Delta Park Powwow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all should check out his blog, www.ridwanlaher.blogspot.com. Excellent stuff. He may be teaching a racism course at PSU this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of racism. Hey Whitey...Come out, come out, wherever you are. Come on Whitey, stand up for your brothers and sisters about to be deported for not being white Canadian illegals. C'mon, Whitey. Pretend the ICE is the Illegal Caucasian Enforcement and that the darkies who are being hurt by them are actually white in their soul. C'mon, whitey! Here Whitey! Smooch Smooch Smooch! Come out, come out, wherever you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-92661894446252399?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/92661894446252399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/92661894446252399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/ridwan.html' title='Ridwan'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnJYSk3kWnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zEaifuj_gVY/s72-c/DSCN0908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-96449697068928219</id><published>2007-06-14T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:47:12.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Whites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.triptronix.net/ishbadiddle/0310fightingwhites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.triptronix.net/ishbadiddle/0310fightingwhites.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to Theresa Mitchell's show on KBOO, Press Watch: the News You're Not Supposed to Know, a man called in and called about the comments I phoned in about the issue of the ICE raid on Del Monte Corporation here in Portland where they arrested many of our dark skinned brothers and sisters from south of the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, whitey, I don't think you are getting it. I am NOT calling for your deportation as illegals in my nation. I am calling on you to STOP these ILLEGAL deportations enacted by the ILLEGAL government that currently occupies mine, Rhonda's, Felicia's, etc.'s, land. But there again, you are more concerned about your own folks than being concerned about those who are having horrific racism enacted upon them by your ultra elite comrades that currently run this nation (into the ground).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not seeing ANY massive movements or even any speaking out by you, our white brothers and sisters, about our fellow human beings that were ILLEGALLY arrested by an ILLEGAL government. I don't hear your voices en masse or individually calling for the coppers to release these folks. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, find out that you all organize a naked bike ride and call it a political statement. Where the fuck are your white asses making a political statement about our brothers and sisters from the South being deported and their families being disrupted or destroyed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would like to see is Whitey's in the streets screaming, "As A Whitey, I am here to say this ILLEGAL deportation by the ILLEGAL occupational forces of the U.S. government need to release our Dark Skinned comrades NOW, or there will be consequences to pay." But you ain't gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you actually do, whitey, is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eugene wants to deport me. That is wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where, mother-fucker, do you think I have this IMAGINARY authority? However, the actual family disruption/destruction enacted by the forceful arm of the illegal occupational government of the U.S., you ain't speaking out against it. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." Where the fuck are you, Whitey? I don't EVER recall making comments that I want ALL or for that matter ANY of your cracker-ass Peckerwood selves deported. But you all immediately start talking like I did. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, WHITEY!? QUIT BEING SO SELF-FUCKING CENTERED AND WORRIED ABOUT YOUR FUCKING PRIVILEGE BEING DISRUPTED BY IMAGINARY DEPORTATIONS I HAVE NO AUTHORITY TO DO NOR WOULD I EVEN IF I HAD THE AUTHORITY MOTHER-FUCKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an ACTUAL deportation happening by the occupational forces of the U.S. Government. Where the fuck are you? Seems to be that you are at home worrying that somehow in the seconds or years to come I will have the actual authority to deport your asses back to Europe. HOW FUCKING STUPID, ARROGANT, AND SELF-FUCKING CENTERED! Get out there, mother-fuckers, and help your fellow human beings, the darkies from the South, who are ACTUALLY being deported. HELLLLLOOOOOO!!!!! ASSHOLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come out, come out, wherever you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FURTHERMORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, my Sweetie, Rhonda and I, headed south to the Nevada desert to protest "Divine Strake," a psuedo nuclear test that was going to be conducted to somehow simulate a "Bunker Buster" bomb on what is ACTUALLY Western Shoshone land. (No actual bunker buster was going to be used, which still doesn't make sense to me). We were with a handful of non-indigenous...OK, white peace activists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you folks who know me, you know that I wrote a poem called "2%," in which I state I want everything back after whitey done annihilated us down by 98%. While having dinner at a remote casino in Nevada, I was somehow sat at one end of the table. To my right was a well known peace activist in this area, to my left, a not so well known peace activist in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They, not knowing me all that well, though I did know the well known male peace activist and knew him to be sexist and racist, we struck up a conversation. I told them at some point that, "I want everything back. All of it. Every last bit of it." And do you know how those crackers responded to my statement? That's right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where do you think we'll get deported to." I could no longer get a word in edge wise, in fact, I was no longer a part of the convesation. Nor did they ask me things like: Do you have legal standing? What is the history of your folks? How were your lands illegally taken? What horrible shit happened to your kids during their forced removals from their families and being adopted out or sent to boarding schools?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. None of those things even entered the conversation because they were too busy talking about being deported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is the arrogance about that bullshit. Not only did they not give a shit about me or my people in their self-concern, they immediately ASSUMED that if I actually could get something back that I would become just like WHITEY! Nope! I'm not whitey, whitey. So you see, the only people they can see, even in dealing with my people, is white people. If I suddenly had all the authority to create actual change at the stroke of a keypad, they immediately assume I would be like them, because, afterall, to whitey, EVERYBODY IS A WHITEY...if they seek any form of justice for their actions against darky nations that is. The darkies that don't want justice, or don't actively seek it out, are just ignored because...they aren't white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes along with the "We're all immigrants," BULLSHIT! Oh, I see. We're all immigrants, therefore raping Indian children in boarding schools is fine and deserves no justice, neither does stealing our land and resources, committing genocide against our folks, introducing destructive and addictive substances, destroying our stolen land base, giving our folks horrific diseases TO THIS DAY!, etc. But wait, if immigrants can treat the "first immigrants" like that, wouldn't the laws of UNIVERSALITY dictate that we could do the same to you? Why yes, yes it does, and that's what worries you, doesn't it whitey. That is why when we as people of color ask for justice, you become afraid (and this goes from left to right) that we will become you, because, afterall, the only REAL people in the world are...white like you, right? We are not you, whitey, and you are NOT the only REAL folks in the fucking world. Jesus Fucking Christ when are you going to get that into your FUCKING HEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, there is no ACTUAL evidence that Indians immigrated here in the first place. In fact, if you read "Red Earth, White Lies," by Vine Deloria, Jr., you will find out that the ACTUAL alleged scientific evidence states we've been here a lot longer than you, whitey, are currently capable of imagining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want from you, Whitey, is for you to get your Cracker-Ass off of your high fucking "I'm the only person in the world" horse, and bring your ass down here with the rest of us, my brothers and sisters, feel no fear of losing your "privilege," and give your FELLOW HUMAN BEINGS A FUCKING HAND HERE, MOTHER-FUCKERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-96449697068928219?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/96449697068928219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/96449697068928219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/fighting-whites.html' title='Fighting Whites'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-9133918060430657851</id><published>2007-06-14T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T07:43:22.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, Peckerwoods...</title><content type='html'>OK, now I'm getting pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ridwanlaher.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Ridwan's blog, he published many photos of lynchings, and I am the only person that has posted in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pulsetc.com/image/2004/0225/duluth-lynching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.pulsetc.com/image/2004/0225/duluth-lynching.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His previous post dealt with being offended by the fact that a bunch of white folks will occasionally ride around on their bicycles naked as an alleged political statement. Now, the peckerwoods came out in force when Ridwan was talking about their white asses on bicycles. Although I haven't read all of the comments as my FIRE was burning hot, Whitey was basically pointing out that Ridwan was the racist, and they, the "white and delightsome" folks were the ones experiencing racism from him, and therefore don't have to deal with their racism now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...no comments from whitey on the lynchings. Where's you fucking voice, whitey. Too concerned about you white ass than to deal with what you nation has and continues to do to people of color, women, the poor, etc. Calling your naked bike ride a political statement is not only completely fucking bullshit but in my opinion a slap in the face to the good works of actual political activist organizations such as the Irish Republican Army, Black Panthers for Self Defense, the American Indian Movement, etc. What fucking bullshit! Where are you whitey? "Come out, come out, wherever you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda is also opening a discussion on her blog, www.deathandconscience.blogspot.com, about the recent indecent raids on people from this neck of the woods whose families are being torn apart because Whitey says they are "illegals." However, Whitey NEVER points out the fact that by all "LEGAL" definition, they ILLEGALLY occupy mine and Rhonda's and every other Indians land. And hey, Whitey, OCCUPATIONS ARE KEPT BY FORCE! And now, you will be kicking my fellow darkies of of MINE, RHONDA'S, AND FELICIA'S land. And where are your voices now, Whitey? "Come out, come out, wherever you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.katu.com/images/070612_del_monte_raid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://media.katu.com/images/070612_del_monte_raid.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ridwan talks about your naked white asses and you're all over that shit, aincha, calling that racism so you don't have to deal with your own, aincha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They came for the Communists, and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't object - For I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Communist;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came for the Socialists, and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't object - For I wasn't a Socialist;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came for the labor leaders, and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't object - For I wasn't a labor leader;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came for the Jews, and I didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;object - For I wasn't a Jew;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they came for me -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was no one left to object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Niemoller, German Protestant Pastor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1892-1984"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are your voices now, Whitey? These folks need YOUR help, peckerwoods. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." COME HELP US, MOTHER-FUCKERS, INSTEAD OF DEFENDING YOUR PRECIOUS WHITE SKIN! Help these Mexican folks. Unless you are one of the elite, you have more in common with these guys than you do the cracker men that run this nation into the ground. Help your brothers and sisters, mother-fuckers. HELP THEM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-9133918060430657851?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/9133918060430657851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/9133918060430657851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-peckerwoods.html' title='OK, Peckerwoods...'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-5646986112737581003</id><published>2007-06-13T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T16:21:00.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.katu.com/images/070612_immigarrest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://media.katu.com/images/070612_immigarrest.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sure you've all heard, ICE (Indecent Criminal Exteremists?) took a whole bunch of people alleged to be "illegal," who, oddly, are from this part of the world, and have taken them away from their families and friends and will most likely be deporting them to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it sweet! My sweetie has talked about how children are going to come home from school and find out their parents are being deported. Pretty fucking great nation we live in, enit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-5646986112737581003?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5646986112737581003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5646986112737581003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/ice.html' title='ICE'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-6026301803705757669</id><published>2007-06-13T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:12:25.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How About Some Beauty to Go Along With My Pissiness?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnBPOk3kWkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oc5t4_0Zz8g/s1600-h/DSCN0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnBPOk3kWkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oc5t4_0Zz8g/s320/DSCN0905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075643891880057410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnBPPE3kWlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NPRJvVmHtCs/s1600-h/DSCN0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnBPPE3kWlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NPRJvVmHtCs/s320/DSCN0906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075643900469992018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnBPPk3kWmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xnkwLs4vt_I/s1600-h/DSCN0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnBPPk3kWmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xnkwLs4vt_I/s320/DSCN0907.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075643909059926626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnBOfU3kWgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5ti-5y2FVkI/s1600-h/DSCN0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnBOfU3kWgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5ti-5y2FVkI/s320/DSCN0901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075643080131238402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnBOf03kWhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ucvuXFZpw_0/s1600-h/DSCN0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnBOf03kWhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ucvuXFZpw_0/s320/DSCN0786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075643088721173010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnBOgU3kWiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mhucl-W-lR8/s1600-h/DSCN0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnBOgU3kWiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mhucl-W-lR8/s320/DSCN0903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075643097311107618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnBOgk3kWjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Yr85Ffo1N9M/s1600-h/DSCN0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnBOgk3kWjI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Yr85Ffo1N9M/s320/DSCN0904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075643101606074930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so the picture of the shaved Yeti ain't so pretty, but it is pretty fucking funny, don't you think? Yeti seems to care less, though I guess he got rather violent to the poor woman that did the shaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia graduated the sixth grade yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rhonda, Rhonda is just super fine and Beautiful. Mmmm Mmmmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-6026301803705757669?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6026301803705757669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6026301803705757669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-about-some-beauty-to-go-along-with.html' title='How About Some Beauty to Go Along With My Pissiness?!'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RnBPOk3kWkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oc5t4_0Zz8g/s72-c/DSCN0905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-3075839455919369172</id><published>2007-06-13T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T03:24:28.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vigil 6-12-07</title><content type='html'>You know, although I enjoy doing the symbolic action of the vigil, I am getting very jaded. I guess they were closed down and a young man rode up on his bike because he wanted to go talk to the folks inside. Seems the young man has signed up and will be off to Iraq soon, a fact that he is rather proud of. Here, another young man, is going to participate proudly in the slaughter of civilian folks in an illegal invasion of their homeland in order to create greater wealth for folks who already have excessive amounts of it and won't have to fight in the wars they use him and his comrades for. A few of the vigil participants tried to talk with the young man, but he was really having none of it, so I cared even less for him, and then they told him that they hoped he comes home safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think of the black recruiter who wasn't there that I no longer talk with. He will be back in Iraq soon and he is looking forward to doing his part in the illegal mass slaughter because he gets paid a little more during that time and will be able to use the money to buy a house in Hawaii. Right on! Killing his fellow darkies for the wealth of already wealthy white men so he can get his little piece of paradise while those in Iraq suffer in part...because of him. The man is willing to kill for the same government that until recently called him nigger; that ALLOWED the lynchings of his fellow black folks; that stole the votes of his fellow black military comrades in the last presidential election; that had a hardcore apartheid system set up against his folks in the South into the '70's; that currently has an apartheid light against his people; etc., etc., etc. I can just no longer take the horrific offensiveness of watching this man be so proud about killing folks for his own gain but especially the gain of the wealthy white folks who would never invite him to dinner at their homes and eat at the same table with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore, I'm starting to not care for any of those folks there. I'm getting jaded. I'm sure many of them will become like my vet friends and vets for peace, but they are currently proud to go over and slaughter innocents for the wealth of already wealthy folks...PROUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it isn't a fair fight, either. It's not like a boxing match, pitting two folks of close to equal ability and strength against each other. This is like David Liberty and his .22 against the master blaster of the tank turret in the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the peace movement! Rhonda read me some from a local Peace Professional I guess you would say. His words were just as racist and imperialist, though clothed a little differently to sound more legit, as those of the U.S. government. Their are two lead men in the local peace movements. I've witnessed one, who claims to be non-violent, abuse folks and heard testimony from many he had abused in the past. Abuse is violence. My sweetie and I have experienced racism from another as well as witnessed and heard testimony of other racism and sexism by this man of alleged peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have folks who look forward to doing their part in the mass slaughter of folks abroad for the wealth of already wealthy folks. We have peace folks here that seem to be self-interested more than wanting actual peace. The voices of the two lead men in the local movement seem to be rather imperialist to me as well as egocentric. If we would just listen to their "far superior to us" voices, then life would be much better. If we substitute king george for them as king, life would be better. Kings are nothing but kings and aint none of them became that way by being peaceful and non-violent. Violence comes in many forms and racism and sexism IS VIOLENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, folks, I am feeling a bit jaded this morning. I'm just tired of the fucking empire, and tired of those assholes who claim to be peaceful but actually just want a piece of the empire for their own egocentric self-righteous bullshit glory while PEOPLE ARE STILL GETTING SLAUGHTERED HERE AND ABROAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like Fernando says: "It is better to look good than to feel good..." Let's see some real fucking action. Let's see some folks really get out in the streets and try to bring down this evil empire. It isn't going to happen. As is often pointed out, no one gets out in the streets for the hundreds of thousands of dead Iraqi children due to U.S. sanctions. No one really gives a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I apologize for my jadedness this morning. I'm not only actually tired, I'm figuratively tired of all the fucking bullshit and mass slaughter this nation does and the folks who proudly participate in it and many of the peace folks (I Love the Grannies) who are just in the game for their own forms of kingdom. I'm fucking tired. I would Love to see some real action in this nation, but I know it ain't gonna happen. I'm jaded this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-3075839455919369172?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3075839455919369172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3075839455919369172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/vigil-6-12-07.html' title='Vigil 6-12-07'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-4697361722273393192</id><published>2007-06-13T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T02:47:48.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War With Iran</title><content type='html'>It is obvious with war criminals like Dick Cheney making comments that Iran is supporting the Taliban in Afghanistan, again unsubstantiated, and war criminal Joe "Kill Them All Little And Big" Lieberman, that the U.S. is again stretching the limits of lies and deceit to get us into a war with Iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.commondreams.org/archive/2007/06/12/1832/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a war with Iran would consist of, of course, is a mass slaughter of their civilian population so the U.S. empire can gain control of their resources, mainly oil of course, by horrific use of force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I will remind ye all that it was a prolonged war with Afghanistan, 10 years, that brought the USSR to its knees. The U.S. wants to slaughter on three fronts. Here locally, I watch schools being destroyed and hear of money going to public programs is shrinking. Hmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that billionaires have excessive amounts of money and are safe and gaining greater amounts of wealth...at the expense of the people of course. But at least their wealth is protected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-4697361722273393192?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4697361722273393192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4697361722273393192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/war-with-iran.html' title='War With Iran'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-2742903082561400087</id><published>2007-06-11T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:12:48.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Lieberman Should Be Tried For War Crimes!</title><content type='html'>Lieberman Urges Iran Air Strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Associated Press staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON - Sen. Joe Lieberman said Sunday the United States should consider a military strike against Iran because of Tehran’s involvement in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think we’ve got to be prepared to take aggressive military action against the Iranians to stop them from killing Americans in Iraq,” Lieberman said. “And to me, that would include a strike over the border into Iran, where we have good evidence &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[What evidence?]&lt;/span&gt; that they have a base at which they are training these people coming back into Iraq to kill our soldiers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S. accuses Iran of fostering terrorism, and Tehran’s nuclear ambitions have brought about international reproach. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[U.S., Israeli, Russian, Pakistan, India, and others that have nuclear ambitions are OK.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lieberman, the Democratic nominee for vice president in 2000 who now represents Connecticut as an independent, spoke of Iranians’ role in the continued violence in Iraq. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[What about U.S. role in the EXCESSIVE violence enacted in Iraq? I'd even say it is safe to suggest the the greatest purveyors of violence currently in Iraq would have to be Americans.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ve said so publicly &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[So therefore it must be true]&lt;/span&gt; that the Iranians have a base in Iran at which they are training Iraqis who are coming in and killing Americans. By some estimates, they have killed as many as 200 American soldiers,” Lieberman said. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[While the U.S. is responsible for some 650,000 deaths according to the Lancet report. Not to mention the millions of refugees and the thousands tortured, nor those dying from diseases from the weapons the U.S. has been using either.]&lt;/span&gt; “Well, we can tell them we want them to stop that. But if there’s any hope of the Iranians living according to the international rule of law &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[THE IRANIANS LIVING ACCORDING TO INTERNATIONAL LAW! WHAT THE FUCK? THE U.S. CONSTANTLY VIOLATES INTERNATIONAL LAW AND USES THREATS OF BRUTE FORCE FOR ANYONE WHO TRIES TO CALL THEM ON IT! WHAT THE FUCK YOU TALKING ABOUT, JOE?]&lt;/span&gt; and stopping, for instance, their nuclear weapons development&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[At best, a decade out according to the IAEA]&lt;/span&gt;, we can’t just talk to them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He added, “If they don’t play by the rules &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[And the U.S. does?]&lt;/span&gt;, we’ve got to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[Got to, no, want to, yes]&lt;/span&gt; use our force, and to me, that would include taking military action &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[aka killing women and children and creating conditions to bring about the deaths of thousands of other innocents]&lt;/span&gt; to stop them from doing what they’re doing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lieberman said much of the action could probably be done by air &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[BLITZKREIG]&lt;/span&gt;, although he would leave the strategy to the generals in charge. “I want to make clear I’m not talking about a massive ground invasion of Iran,” Lieberman said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They can’t believe that they have immunity for training and equipping people to come in and kill Americans &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[though we can send in people to kill them. That's OK.]&lt;/span&gt;,” he said. “We cannot let them get away with it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[But America can get away with whatever it wants.]&lt;/span&gt;. If we do, they’ll take that as a sign of weakness on our part and we will pay for it in Iraq and throughout the region and ultimately right here at home &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[Unsubstantiated rhetoric, of course]&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To deal with Iran’s nuclear ambitions, Democratic presidential hopeful Bill Richardson said tough negotiation is called for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I would talk to them, but I would build an international coalition that would promote and push economic sanctions on them,” Richardson said. “Sanctions would work on Iran. They are susceptible to disinvestment policy. They are susceptible to cuts, economic sanctions in commodities.” &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[But what about the U.S. having enough nuclear weapons to destroy the whole world, what is it, seven times over?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice said Iran’s detention of at least four Americans is unwarranted &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[But detaining Iranians is OK?]&lt;/span&gt; but will not stop Washington from trying to engage Iran on other matters, including its disputed nuclear program and alleged support of insurgents in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an Associated Press interview, Rice also appeared to cast doubt on whether the U.S. would take its tentative diplomatic outreach to Iran any further for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S. and Iranian ambassadors in Iraq met last month for the first public, substantive high-level discussions the two countries have held in nearly three decades. Although limited to the topic of violence and instability in Iraq, the talks have been seen as a possible window to better relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after the meeting in Baghdad, Iran announced plans for another. But U.S. Ambassador Ryan Crocker said Washington would decide only after the Iraqi government issued an invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S. officials also said they wanted to see Iran follow up on U.S. complaints that it is equipping and helping insurgents who attack American forces. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[But, of course, it is OK that Americans are slaughtering thousands of Iraqis every month. U.S. state sanctioned violence and war crimes are perfectly fine.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lieberman spoke on “Face the Nation” on CBS. Richardson was on “Late Edition” on CNN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-2742903082561400087?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/2742903082561400087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/2742903082561400087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/joe-lieberman-should-be-tried-for-war.html' title='Joe Lieberman Should Be Tried For War Crimes!'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-8202030917369845677</id><published>2007-06-10T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T08:21:24.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trilliums</title><content type='html'>Rhonda's favorite flower is the trillium. She had me take these pictures of a few of them on Mt. Hood...I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmwWt03kWeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_j4zFd9mDjQ/s1600-h/DSCN0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmwWt03kWeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_j4zFd9mDjQ/s320/DSCN0819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074455856681343458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmwWuU3kWfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WgD1hrDcMi8/s1600-h/DSCN0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmwWuU3kWfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WgD1hrDcMi8/s320/DSCN0820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074455865271278066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-8202030917369845677?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8202030917369845677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8202030917369845677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/trilliums.html' title='Trilliums'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmwWt03kWeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_j4zFd9mDjQ/s72-c/DSCN0819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-7671286464258859150</id><published>2007-06-10T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T08:17:16.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Cats are Just Too Cute</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we thought Yeti (aka Bath Matt) had made his escape. We took Allia (aka Alley Cat) to the vet and upon our return saw the white monster wandering around downstairs (hahahahaha). They still don't have any interpersonal connections other than sleeping on the couch together (though never in physical contact). Alley still hisses at the Yeti. Yeti can lay around in one spot all day and his hair will STILL get all over the place. Alley is the more affectionate of the two, but Yeti has his moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmwVxE3kWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/OC7Xl2bZZoA/s1600-h/DSCN0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmwVxE3kWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/OC7Xl2bZZoA/s320/DSCN0894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074454813004290482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmwVxk3kWcI/AAAAAAAAADk/0xyTjVInklI/s1600-h/DSCN0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmwVxk3kWcI/AAAAAAAAADk/0xyTjVInklI/s320/DSCN0895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074454821594225090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmwVyE3kWdI/AAAAAAAAADs/xExRHXahyS4/s1600-h/DSCN0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmwVyE3kWdI/AAAAAAAAADs/xExRHXahyS4/s320/DSCN0896.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074454830184159698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-7671286464258859150?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7671286464258859150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7671286464258859150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/these-cats-are-just-too-cute.html' title='These Cats are Just Too Cute'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmwVxE3kWbI/AAAAAAAAADc/OC7Xl2bZZoA/s72-c/DSCN0894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-6991707573863017599</id><published>2007-06-10T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T08:04:51.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Festival WMD</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple of articles with photos of two "Seriously Pissed Off Grannies," Bonnie Tinker and Terry Graham, getting arrested for standing in front of the tank at the Rose Festival Grand Floral Parade. Americans Love their Weapons of Mass Destruction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://portland.indymedia.org/en/2007/06/360796.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://portland.indymedia.org/en/2007/06/360807.shtml&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-6991707573863017599?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6991707573863017599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6991707573863017599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/rose-festival-wmd.html' title='Rose Festival WMD'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1423705321830664007</id><published>2007-06-08T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T02:17:33.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.edinformatics.com/inventions_inventors/300px-Tianasquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.edinformatics.com/inventions_inventors/300px-Tianasquare.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have another radio show under our belts. And yesterday...we spoke out against the war in Iraq and talked about all the metaphors of death and destruction and how America really Loves it's killers and its machines of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fleet is coming to town, and violence against women will be on the rise for those few days or weeks or whatever it is. I rarely pay attention to the Rose Festival anymore and its celebration of the things that kill so I no longer know how long these folks are in town. No doubt troops are patrolling the festival ready to kill Americans at the first sign of not obeying the master. I'm sure, as I saw a few weeks ago, the machine gun boats will be patrolling the Willamette ready to kill anyone who gets out of line. And yes, they are HEAVILY ARMED, and yes, these weapons will be around many children. But let's not pay attention to that mass slaughter at the ready. Let's protect our children from the most truly destructive thing in this world...the word "fuck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a tank in the Rose Parade this year. You don't have to go to the river to celebrate the machines of death, our children will get to experience them right in the streets. And David Liberty told us a story about how he, dressed in traditional clothing, marched in a parade with a single shot 22. And how a US tank pulled up beside him and he drew down on them, but they drew down on him with the 4" gaping hole of death and laughed that there gun was bigger than his. Perfect metaphor for America. Outgun folks, kill lots of them when they are outgunned. Never fight a fair fight. The U.S. didn't do that with the Indians, they aren't doing that with Iraq or Afghanistan or anyone else. They aren't brave enough to fight in a fair fight because they are not true nor just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's about it for now. Hang in there folks and build community. I Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1423705321830664007?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1423705321830664007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1423705321830664007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/tanks.html' title='Tanks'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-7227279387312517359</id><published>2007-06-07T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T12:39:53.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration and Such</title><content type='html'>A great website to read about immigration, aka Mexican immigration (because we all know they aint talking about any other race), read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.networkaztlan.com/juansantos.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-7227279387312517359?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7227279387312517359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7227279387312517359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/immigration-and-such.html' title='Immigration and Such'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-7588731749758056497</id><published>2007-06-07T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T09:03:31.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redwood Trip Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgsDk3kWYI/AAAAAAAAADE/j5DPuS19JnE/s1600-h/DSCN0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgsDk3kWYI/AAAAAAAAADE/j5DPuS19JnE/s320/DSCN0840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073353420180838786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgsEE3kWZI/AAAAAAAAADM/reXJmVPis4s/s1600-h/DSCN0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgsEE3kWZI/AAAAAAAAADM/reXJmVPis4s/s320/DSCN0841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073353428770773394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgsEk3kWaI/AAAAAAAAADU/4BJ7G-a35Ow/s1600-h/DSCN0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgsEk3kWaI/AAAAAAAAADU/4BJ7G-a35Ow/s320/DSCN0842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073353437360708002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgrNU3kWUI/AAAAAAAAACk/NZSt6F4gG1c/s1600-h/DSCN0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgrNU3kWUI/AAAAAAAAACk/NZSt6F4gG1c/s320/DSCN0865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073352488172935490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgrN03kWVI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZkCD0q90c5k/s1600-h/DSCN0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgrN03kWVI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZkCD0q90c5k/s320/DSCN0864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073352496762870098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgrOE3kWWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GX0SAfUMHiY/s1600-h/DSCN0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgrOE3kWWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GX0SAfUMHiY/s320/DSCN0846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073352501057837410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgrOk3kWXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/E1tdq1YrPBM/s1600-h/DSCN0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgrOk3kWXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/E1tdq1YrPBM/s320/DSCN0852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073352509647772018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-7588731749758056497?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7588731749758056497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7588731749758056497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/redwood-trip-photos.html' title='Redwood Trip Photos'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgsDk3kWYI/AAAAAAAAADE/j5DPuS19JnE/s72-c/DSCN0840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-5533567761152942912</id><published>2007-06-07T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T08:52:22.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irises of Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgpbU3kWPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ngp6WM0t_LY/s1600-h/DSCN0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgpbU3kWPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ngp6WM0t_LY/s320/DSCN0832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073350529667848434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rmgpbk3kWQI/AAAAAAAAACE/CCld8vNNRm4/s1600-h/DSCN0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rmgpbk3kWQI/AAAAAAAAACE/CCld8vNNRm4/s320/DSCN0833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073350533962815746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rmgpb03kWRI/AAAAAAAAACM/aSwufSAtbCk/s1600-h/DSCN0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rmgpb03kWRI/AAAAAAAAACM/aSwufSAtbCk/s320/DSCN0834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073350538257783058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgpcU3kWSI/AAAAAAAAACU/FxvCOkQbaGc/s1600-h/DSCN0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgpcU3kWSI/AAAAAAAAACU/FxvCOkQbaGc/s320/DSCN0835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073350546847717666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rmgpck3kWTI/AAAAAAAAACc/wCqAtiD3wuc/s1600-h/DSCN0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rmgpck3kWTI/AAAAAAAAACc/wCqAtiD3wuc/s320/DSCN0836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073350551142684978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-5533567761152942912?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5533567761152942912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5533567761152942912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/irises-of-beauty.html' title='Irises of Beauty'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgpbU3kWPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ngp6WM0t_LY/s72-c/DSCN0832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-825461804013230918</id><published>2007-06-07T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T08:44:44.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos to Follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[My land! ...MINE!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rmgl-03kWNI/AAAAAAAAABs/k2pj4wVZOM8/s1600-h/DSCN0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rmgl-03kWNI/AAAAAAAAABs/k2pj4wVZOM8/s320/DSCN0886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073346741506693330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rmgl_E3kWOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FkJnVYm5n2I/s1600-h/DSCN0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rmgl_E3kWOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FkJnVYm5n2I/s320/DSCN0887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073346745801660642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been happening since I last wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, that's what's been going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda, Felicia, and I all went to The Spiral Rhythms Festival this last weekend. It was a beautiful drive down 14 in Washington. Felicia got a boys phone number. Rhonda and I watched a presentation about global warming (we're fucked). I did a reading. I put out my last books to sell...and didn't sell a single one (hahahahaha). Rhonda and Pet Millet hit it off just before we left. I got pictures of that (to follow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rmgkhk3kWLI/AAAAAAAAABc/9x3fyQMRCr4/s1600-h/DSCN0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rmgkhk3kWLI/AAAAAAAAABc/9x3fyQMRCr4/s320/DSCN0890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073345139483891890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgkiU3kWMI/AAAAAAAAABk/RyiRKryjuxU/s1600-h/DSCN0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgkiU3kWMI/AAAAAAAAABk/RyiRKryjuxU/s320/DSCN0891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073345152368793794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, work work work work work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, I got to ride along with someone who is racist at my work. Last week, I trained this guy on what may turn out to be my old route. He made a racist comment about Mexicans, and all I could think was, "Here we go a fucking gen." I'm so tired of this fucking shit. So I figured it was one day, and noticed the schedule on Friday to see we were riding along again for two more days this week, and again with the racist comments about Mexicans. Not outright hatred, but definitely racist. Then, it turns out this guy is Cherokee. Cherokee (and I'm being racist here) are some of the most assimilated Indians, and along with that assimilation came whities racism (the Freedmen decision for example). Then I heard the story of how some whities beat the shit out of a couple of Mexicans with rocks here in this town. All I could think of was beating those fucking crackers with fists and feet and ripping at their racist flesh. And this morning, my sweetie tells me about a dream she had. Her and I were talking with a couple of Mexican folks on a street corner when some peckerwoods jumped from a car and beat them to death. Rhonda made the decision that we would defend ourselves and our Mexican brothers and sisters. Afterall, those folks have ancestry in this world, whitey has only been here ILLEGALLY for 500 and some odd years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got home from my work and my sweetie has the Human Society web page up. She was looking at kitties and wanted me to look through them too. I picked out a few that I liked, and we went down to OHS and we chose a kitty that neither of us picked out, Allia. She is a blackish tortoise shell color. Rhonda decided she wanted two. She went out and picked Yeti, a white big kitty with long hair. We got them home, and they headed for hiding places, mostly under the bed. Yeti is kicked back, Allia is medium strung. She hisses at her new brother, and Yeti, for the most part, likes to lounge around (thus the nickname, "Bath Matt"). Allia is very friendly and will come up and rub on us and such. Yeti you have to go to him to give him attention, and he Loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgjNk3kWJI/AAAAAAAAABM/R5NuVfUEJmE/s1600-h/DSCN0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgjNk3kWJI/AAAAAAAAABM/R5NuVfUEJmE/s320/DSCN0892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073343696374880402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgjOE3kWKI/AAAAAAAAABU/Wj-4qfu89D4/s1600-h/DSCN0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RmgjOE3kWKI/AAAAAAAAABU/Wj-4qfu89D4/s320/DSCN0893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073343704964815010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-825461804013230918?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/825461804013230918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/825461804013230918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/06/photos-to-follow.html' title='Photos to Follow'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rmgl-03kWNI/AAAAAAAAABs/k2pj4wVZOM8/s72-c/DSCN0886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1509780215832125099</id><published>2007-05-31T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:50:47.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind That Shakes the Barley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/l/s/M/windthatshakesposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/l/s/M/windthatshakesposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Wind That Shakes the Barley" is a MUST SEE FILM about the freedom movement of the Irish in the 1920's. It is an INTENSE film, but I don't give a fuck! You GOTTA SEE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone interested in true freedom, not this American Privilege passed off as freedom, you gotta see this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about the British oppression of the Irish folks, and the Irish folks that fight back. Reminiscent of Israel/Palestine, U.S./Iraq, and so many more. These folks fight the empire because when you are under the rule of empire, not unlike here in America, you are NOT FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have in this film Irish Revolutionaries who want to be out from under the rule of empire, Irish sell-outs who just want the Brits our and are willing to be like the Brits just so the Brits will leave their nation but still be under the rule of the Brits, you have the British oppressors, you have the ELITE (pieces of empirical shit) who want life to go on as usual to preserve their privilege and of course use BRUTE FORCE to keep that shit going, and you have all the life and drama that unfolds within all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We here in America do not have enough heart like the Irish Freedom Fighters to take on the challenge of truly changing this nation. Many folks do, but if we took up arms, we'd be instantly killed and the empire would paint us as the enemy and life would go on like usual under the lie of Empirical Alleged Freedom. The system will continue. We have to be creative in our endeavors to bring about the end of empire...&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the conversations I've had with my sweetie and many other folks around town, we believe that the end of the empire is set and that the U.S. and its other life sucking companions like the British Government will collapse under their own immense weight. What will come with that, I don't know. When it will happen, I don't know. But it is coming, and it is coming fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the folks of this nation had heart to stand up and struggle against the oppressor. We are too comfortable in our privilege to do anything about this empire. A real struggle, a real movement, is not gonna happen, but we will continue to do what we can as we (Rhonda and I) are gonna attempt to get back to the land soon. That's the only thing we can think of to do that might help in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Wind That Shakes the Barley" is a movie relevant to right now. I sure wish I could here politics discussed wherever I walk in this town, but I don't. I wish I could see people en mass struggling against the nation that will destroy everything in order to protect the privilege of the MOST ELITE! but I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love the freedom fightin' folks in this movie, and although it is tragic...it is also very hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May ACTUAL freedom be found in our lifetimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1509780215832125099?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1509780215832125099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1509780215832125099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/wind-that-shakes-barley.html' title='The Wind That Shakes the Barley'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-3003883752949222024</id><published>2007-05-31T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:31:30.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still There</title><content type='html'>lRemember my poem, "Prison Yard"? Well, the trees are still there. One, the smaller one, now, someone cut down, but it is still there, and still growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prison Yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brick and Grafitti walls.&lt;br /&gt;Cyclone fences&lt;br /&gt;complete with barbed wire&lt;br /&gt;necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;Concrete yard&lt;br /&gt;hole in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Brother and sister&lt;br /&gt;find sanctuary in the circle.&lt;br /&gt;Empress trees growing&lt;br /&gt;where they are not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;My journey leads me by you&lt;br /&gt;most everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Ad there you are&lt;br /&gt;like the rain.&lt;br /&gt;You fill my soul with hope&lt;br /&gt;as you hide in your little&lt;br /&gt;prison yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9MZzW3P3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/IG-BcWZznlU/s1600-h/DSCN0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9MZzW3P3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/IG-BcWZznlU/s320/DSCN0877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070855711609012082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9MazW3P4I/AAAAAAAAABE/yt8cWH6LIks/s1600-h/DSCN0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9MazW3P4I/AAAAAAAAABE/yt8cWH6LIks/s320/DSCN0878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070855728788881282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-3003883752949222024?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3003883752949222024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3003883752949222024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/still-there.html' title='Still There'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9MZzW3P3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/IG-BcWZznlU/s72-c/DSCN0877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-7983692616499260771</id><published>2007-05-31T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:18:15.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge</title><content type='html'>I haven't been walking across my favorite bridge too much lately. I live in North Portland now and have a car (and thus have gained weight). But last night, my sweetie and I went to see a very intense movie, which, of course, I'll be mentioning in another post and you may read before you get here. I have a friend who told me quite a bit ago that I had quit writing about the beauty I see. I don't think these pictures need much explaining. I started my journey at Grendel's Coffee House on the corner of 8th and Burnside, then walked across the bridge to my favorite tobacco store, Rich's, and met with my friend Janice to discuss a video we are working on of one of my poems. I Love walking across the Burnside Bridge, and these are the photos of that little journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9HQjW3PyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xmZCQ4Jzkec/s1600-h/DSCN0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9HQjW3PyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xmZCQ4Jzkec/s320/DSCN0884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070850055137083170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9H-DW3PzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OFtTonx1Fv8/s1600-h/DSCN0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9H-DW3PzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OFtTonx1Fv8/s320/DSCN0879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070850836821131058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9IXjW3P0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Hkm2P5m_7W8/s1600-h/DSCN0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9IXjW3P0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Hkm2P5m_7W8/s320/DSCN0880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070851274907795266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9I6zW3P1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/0KP5KG5lJ4s/s1600-h/DSCN0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9I6zW3P1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/0KP5KG5lJ4s/s320/DSCN0881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070851880498184018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9JXzW3P2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/I9sNWcPl-C0/s1600-h/DSCN0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9JXzW3P2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/I9sNWcPl-C0/s320/DSCN0882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070852378714390370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-7983692616499260771?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7983692616499260771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7983692616499260771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/bridge.html' title='Bridge'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/Rl9HQjW3PyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xmZCQ4Jzkec/s72-c/DSCN0884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-5055891764929937906</id><published>2007-05-30T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T02:51:20.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the World Coming To?</title><content type='html'>On Monday as I headed into Eugene in the early AM, before 6, I saw one of the weirdest sights I have ever seen. There was a car broke down on the side of I-5. There was a tiny woman, maybe 5'3", 110# tops, pushing the car. She was wearing a very beautiful white dress. But wait, that's not all! There was a healthy looking not so dazzlingly dressed young man beside her. No! He wasn't helping push the car, he was walking beside her chatting up the woman and motioning a lot with his hands. I have wondered since what that young man might be saying to the woman pushing that car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean you won't have sex with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the current velocity of the wind, the weight of the car, and the amount of energy you can maintain, we should be in Los Angeles in..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have this old football injury, otherwise I'd help push."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My hands are tired from all the talking I do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-5055891764929937906?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5055891764929937906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5055891764929937906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-world-coming-to.html' title='What&apos;s the World Coming To?'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-7195286471244117973</id><published>2007-05-27T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T09:29:11.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Isn't Free?</title><content type='html'>Freedom isn't free?&lt;br /&gt;Well then,&lt;br /&gt;how much does it cost?&lt;br /&gt;$3.50? $4.75?&lt;br /&gt;I have some change in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;I have $75 bucks in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;How much freedom will that buy me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraq proves that freedom&lt;br /&gt;     does indeed&lt;br /&gt;come at the barrel of a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could buy a gun for $75 bucks&lt;br /&gt;would that be the price of admission?&lt;br /&gt;If I already had a gun&lt;br /&gt;would $75 bucks wortha&lt;br /&gt;     ammunition&lt;br /&gt;purchase my ticket to freedom?&lt;br /&gt;Having a gun and ammunition,&lt;br /&gt;would freedom then come&lt;br /&gt;at the cost of the energy expelled &lt;br /&gt;as I squeeze the trigger?&lt;br /&gt;Would the price of admission&lt;br /&gt;be met&lt;br /&gt;as flesh and lives of darkies&lt;br /&gt;     are torn to shreds&lt;br /&gt;via the price of each bullet&lt;br /&gt;used to spill their blood&lt;br /&gt;spilling the blood of others&lt;br /&gt;the bloody price of freedom&lt;br /&gt;freedom isn't free&lt;br /&gt;freedom costs the blood of others&lt;br /&gt;freedom costs the lives of others&lt;br /&gt;freedom means other folks have to be killed&lt;br /&gt;to maintain that freedom&lt;br /&gt;which makes freedom privilege&lt;br /&gt;freedom is not only not free,&lt;br /&gt;freedom isn't freedom.&lt;br /&gt;"Peance freance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some change in my pocket,&lt;br /&gt;$75 bucks in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;How much freedom can I purchase?&lt;br /&gt;What is the price of admission?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://inkspot.customink.com/iotw/photo/image/268/0/Guns_and_beer_2006_shirt_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://inkspot.customink.com/iotw/photo/image/268/0/Guns_and_beer_2006_shirt_photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bloggingblog.net/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/WindowsLiveWriter/4bd91604e7ea_D731/sw_Money_PresFace_3%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.bloggingblog.net/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/WindowsLiveWriter/4bd91604e7ea_D731/sw_Money_PresFace_3%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-7195286471244117973?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7195286471244117973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7195286471244117973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/freedom-isnt-free.html' title='Freedom Isn&apos;t Free?'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-3609133011625409674</id><published>2007-05-23T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:26:38.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom?</title><content type='html'>Lots of people toss this word about, but no one seems to have a "real" sense of what it fuckin' means. On dictionary.com, there were some 19 meanings. But I don't care about those meanings, let's look at the realities of freedom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are free to be a billionaire while others starve and are homeless, but only if you already have the capital to create that capital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are free to keep that money from everyone else by the use of force because you are free to afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are free to push a shopping cart down the street and be homeless, unless there are city regulations about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are free to join the military and kill darkies for billionaires since they won't give up their resources to their rightful owners, white billionaires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and etc., etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No health care or minimal at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other freedoms that we have in this country that you'd like to mention?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-3609133011625409674?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3609133011625409674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3609133011625409674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/freedom.html' title='Freedom?'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-7170243386371051721</id><published>2007-05-23T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:18:49.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gassin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.recifeguide.com/images/caboclinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.recifeguide.com/images/caboclinho.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped to fill up my tank on the way to pick up Felicia and her friend. A black man was pumping gas and we immediately got to talking about the racism of white folks against people of color, like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me a white man told him to go back to where he came from. He asked the white man if he was of Euro descent, and he said you. He told him to go back where he came from. The white man, having that wonderful white American male intelligence (or lack there of) said he was American and was from here. The black man told him he didn't see any native blood in him, so he should go back to the country where he came from, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also discussed the fact that there are very few people of color in futuristic science fiction films and TV series. Of course, the reason is because whitey is hoping to have us gone by then ("thus solving the persistent Indian problem.").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him about playin', "Gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see," sony by Garrett Morris from Saturday Night Live on the radio and being called racist.  "Yep," he tells me. "White folks don't listen when we complain about racism but when we say something that is the least bit racist they call US the racists." Ain't that the way it is? You can point out the myriad of ways white folks are racist against people of color and they just ain't havin' it. But once say anything back that is racist against whites even to get them to see your point...BAM!...we get labelled the racist. And since we are the racists, that means whitey is no longer obligated to look at and deal with their racism; institutional, overt, or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another customer came, and I had to go, and I didn't even get the guys name. "And so it goes." I'll get it next time. It was just funny that me and this black man just start hittin' it about racism like we've known each other for a long time. Then again...maybe we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-7170243386371051721?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7170243386371051721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7170243386371051721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/gassin.html' title='Gassin&apos;'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-4053511733962035967</id><published>2007-05-23T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:02:42.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emperor</title><content type='html'>Like Napolean, looks like George will get to crown himself Emperor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, there are conditions which have to take place in order for him to declare himself Emperor, and he will make sure those conditions get created before his term is up. Yeah...Genocidal George, Emperor of the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2007/05/20070509-12.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know folks, this whole thing is gonna collapse. No one is getting out in the streets over this, over hundreds of thousands of dead babies in Iraq, over genocide of Iraqis, over enviornmental destruction on a global scale, no health care, etc. Here in the land of alleged Freedom (mistaken for privilege), no one gets in the streets as some of us watch all their/our rights getting flushed down the shitter. So, it will have to collapse in on itself, and it will, and it will make even more suffering for even more people because its (the U.S. governments) fingers are in so many places and if they can't have everything, they're gonna drag down into death as much as they possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep up our symbolic protests, but the U.S. government is at the point of no return and aint enough of us giving a shit enough to stop the monster before the great suffering. Shit oh dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-4053511733962035967?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4053511733962035967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4053511733962035967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/emperor.html' title='The Emperor'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-3413309623036447140</id><published>2007-05-22T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:56:10.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Time Has Come. The End Is Near..."</title><content type='html'>I brought this subject up with Rhonda who said that she had been feeling the same thing and we both laughed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year or more ago, I fist had this feeling. That feeling is that the U.S. empire will soon be coming to a screeching halt. As all the studies have put forth for years, this society is NOT sustainable. And, about a year ago, I started feeling like that we passed the point of no return. It is going to happen no matter what I do or say or anything. I believe, and so does Rhonda, that it will be in the form of an economic collapse. I don't know exactly what that means, but undoubtedly millions of people are going to suffer greatly. I believe this will happen within the next 5-10 years, and Rhonda says within 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Rhonda and I are starting the process of looking into land in our old homelands of Southern Oregon. May take some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else out there have any input or feeling the same way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-3413309623036447140?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3413309623036447140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3413309623036447140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-has-come-end-is-near.html' title='&quot;The Time Has Come. The End Is Near...&quot;'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-6246883675115709310</id><published>2007-05-20T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T09:57:06.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin Prechtel</title><content type='html'>My buddy, Martin Prechtel was in town this weekend. Rhonda and I went to see him speak at The Little Church in SE Portland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, he was awesome, and his biggest message was about "mutual indebtedness." He told many great stories and is just a totally awesome human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite story was about how this plant people only new of from old stories started growing out of the wall of his and Hanna's adobe house. Theirs was not the only house, either. But folks started setting up shrines and making prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also joked about chasing down Mel Gibson. Martin, if you don't know, is a Mayan medicine man, if you will. And Mel Gibson is an asshole who has made many bullshit movies, one including "Apocolypto." A retelling of history through Mel's favorite view finder of choice...EXTREME VIOLENCE! I never saw the thing, and never plan on it, just like "Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee." So, Martin joked about chasing him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin also was jokingly disappointed that I was unable to participate in his interview on KBOO, as I was working. Marlena doesn't ask him any of the hard questions, and he wanted to "say something tough." And then, of course, he laughs. But he knew I would ask him questions that would bring up that opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin, bless you and thank you for the work you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-6246883675115709310?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6246883675115709310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6246883675115709310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/martin-prechtel.html' title='Martin Prechtel'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-6244831841403962234</id><published>2007-05-20T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T09:47:08.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redwoods</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday, Rhonda and I took off for the Redwoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving through Southern Oregon, I had forgotten how beautiful it was. The hills and trees along I-5 were absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cut over from Grants Pass to Crescent City where we spent the night. WOW! What a beautiful road. We hung out at Jedidiah Smith State Park and Rhonda made a wonderful meal for us and we saw MANY fantastic trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we headed to the Avenue of the Giants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the Trees of Mystery and checked out their museum. We also bought some overpriced fudge and then headed to Founders Grove...AMAZING! We loved the trees that were hollowed out in the bottom. They were just absolutely amazing. I'll try to post pictures at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Arcata the next night, and on the way home, Rhonda made a wonderful lunch at a space by the Smith River just off of 199.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, one fantastic trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that one of many great methods of seeing how you'll get along with a Lover is to ride with them in a little box for hours on end. Rhonda and I got along fantastic the whole trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both did get ill. I developed a cough and she already had a serious one going for about four months now. We went to the doctor at Smith River Rancheria, of the Tolowa people. Crows tried to raid our icebox, there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Smith River, A Raven kept calling then hung out in a tree while Rhonda cooked. Rhonda made offering to the bird, as well as to the Ravens at Jedidiah Smith...Rhonda is so AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-6244831841403962234?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6244831841403962234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6244831841403962234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/redwoods.html' title='Redwoods'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-8564195489096940516</id><published>2007-05-13T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T18:30:28.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genocide of White Folks? What the Fuck?</title><content type='html'>The website, Wake Up or Die, www.wakeupordie.com, is one racist fucking website. I found this website when looking at the website, www.genocide.org. I found that website about a year or so ago, and have just not been able to bring myself to talk about it until last week when I talked about it with Rhonda. You can link the Wake Up...website from the Genocide.org website by clicking on the Genocide of White Males link. I kid you not. This woman, Elena Haskins, actually believes their is a genocide being enacted against white folks when it is actually a white supremacist racist website. Check it out and tell me what you think, folks. This woman is fucking nuts, in my opinion, and had absolutely NO CLEAR GRASP on what the crime of genocide is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't talk about this earlier, folks, but this was so beyond the pale as far as offensive goes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wakeupordie.com/html/geno1.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-8564195489096940516?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8564195489096940516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8564195489096940516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/genocide-of-white-folks-what-fuck.html' title='Genocide of White Folks? What the Fuck?'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-7136864615176662164</id><published>2007-05-13T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T09:02:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Weird</title><content type='html'>May 8th was mine and Rhonda's anniversary. We've been together one year. We did a little ceremony on May 9th to vow yet another year and a day to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parts of that year were rough and I broke up with Rhonda for a couple of months, but we've grown back together and life is better than ever and our communication works beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start our new year with a few health issues. Rhonda had a persistent cough which turned into pneumonia last night. She is getting better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a persistent rash. I'm hoping it is the laundry soap. We're gonna try something new soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda is starting a new job in about a week. She will be nursing in a nursing home. It will be kinda like a nine to five. There will be NO ON CALL however, which is what I think drove her into her poor health. The stress, and then the stress in-between waiting for the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are making many plans for our future, and are starting to take steps in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are living in the house alone, now, as Eli has moved to Eugene to start a job with a firefighting company for forest type fires. Rachel will be moving in for a few months at some point so she can get her pre-req's out of the way for nursing school, then head back to the Oregon Southern Coast. Felicia has started out our one year with a $216 phone bill. I gave her a very BIG lecture about responsibility, though she has tried to weasel out of it, and I'm sure her mom has let her to an extent...a BIG extent I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all getting our feet under us and feeling our ground legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is going to be NO MOVEMENT happening to end wars. There will be no mass movement anything close to that in Venezuela and in South America in this nation. But all of our symbolic actions continue. What the fuck else are we going to do? Watch TV? 300 channels and nothing to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good! There are many triumphs and many complaints. But, you know what? I think we're all gonna be just fine. No bombs dropping on our heads, afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-7136864615176662164?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7136864615176662164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7136864615176662164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-is-weird.html' title='Life is Weird'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-6927894784825227965</id><published>2007-05-13T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T08:51:30.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, the Bad, the Ugly, the Extremely Funny, and the Not So Extremely Funny</title><content type='html'>Rhonda turned me on to a pretty good movie with Annette Benning called, "In Dreams." It's about a woman who dreams, it turns out, a prediction of her daughter's abduction and murder, though she didn't know about it at the time. Some parts weren't too believable, but the suspense carried you through the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the good category, but not great, is Sherman Alexie's new book, "Flight." It is about a young Indian boy, 15, who goes on a shooting rampage in a bank and gets shot in the head and starts finding himself in other peoples bodies throughout time. As Sherman Alexie put it, he wanted to write an Indian version of "Slaughterhouse Five," by Kurt Vonnegut, which I also recently read and is an excellent book. The book is very engaging, I read it in a day, but days afterward, it left me with some questions: One character just didn't seem to fit in the story, and a few other things, but I don't want to give away anything until other folks read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD! "Tideland," a film by Terry Gilliam, has got to be one of the worst films I've seen in a while. The story went nowhere and left me empty at the end. It was very engaging, the acting fantastic, the writing and character development well done, but the story...the story went into a whole lot of empty. Some parts are downright gross, but the special effects are good. Not a movie I'd recommend nor ever see again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly? "Hitcher." "Hitcher" is a remake of a film with Rutguer Hauer as the bad guy. Todays was Sean Bean. The hero was a woman in this one. Sean plays a serial killer. He kills lots of people, and this film is much more graphic than the original...of course. People are murdered left and right, lots of cops get killed as well as civilians, lots of suspense as this man toys with a couple, many scenes not believable, but the suspense carries you through to the end. Intense, bloody, and the story, though unbelievable, is easy to believe at least for that moment. I recommend it if you like lots of murder scenes including cop killings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely Funny! "Hot Fuzz," by the folks that brought you, "Sean of the Dead," even with some of the same actors. I thought this movie would be easy to predict and make me laugh. However, it wasn't all that easy to predict, and made me laugh harder than I imagined. I won't give it away, but you all have to see this film. Funnier than funny. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosanne Barr has a new stand-up video out. Funny, politically clear, but not as funny as in the old days. She has her moments though. She about finished my poor sweetie off (she has pneumonia) with a few jokes. "Rosanne Barr-Blonde and Bitchin'." It was good, and I recommend it, but it is not as biting as she was in the good old days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-6927894784825227965?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6927894784825227965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6927894784825227965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-bad-ugly-extremely-funny-and-not.html' title='The Good, the Bad, the Ugly, the Extremely Funny, and the Not So Extremely Funny'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-3790782101195602720</id><published>2007-05-10T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T13:15:26.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OFFENSIVE</title><content type='html'>HBO is making a movie version of Dee Brown's "Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee," which will air this Memorial Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the fucking thing is a love story. They needed a sympathetic white character to make the mass slaughter of Indians more palatable to their audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I need to say more, but the idea TOTALLY FUCKING OFFENDS ME! This was a narrative about the genocide of indigenous folks by the colonialist invaders of this nation. Now reduced to a simple love story with a weeeeeeee tinnnnnyyyyy bit of genocide in the background to...make it more palatable for the white folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-3790782101195602720?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3790782101195602720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3790782101195602720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/offensive.html' title='OFFENSIVE'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-802662696376400811</id><published>2007-05-09T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T15:44:00.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin' 'em Outta the Doughnut Shop</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at the vigil, that would be 5-8 (also mine and Rhonda's anniversary), we expected it to be the usual. I stood on the parking side of the bike path like I usually do, have done for a year now. There were some people standing behind me with signs off the sidewalk as well. I start hearing this voice talking behind me to Jerry Sue. I realize it's a cop and turn my head to see what's going on. The cop is almost on top of her, doing his best to intimidate her...Jerry Sue...about 60...tiny and skinny! Me, I don't give a shit about the cops and our work here is only symbolic, as Rhonda pointed out later. I get up on the curb because I really just don't care. There are always ways to work around the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jerry Sue stands her ground, and that cop is, like I said, almost ON TOP of this wonderful elder woman who does some good lawyer activist work. The cop said he isn't there to intimidate people, but he is. He is a liar. Cops are liars. Anyone who has had to face off to one of these assholes in court can tell you, cops will ALWAYS lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cop had parked his car on the far side of Broadway and was watching the terribly criminal situation of Jerry Sue attempting to stand down a cop. A cop...with a gun...a club...mace...and wonderful hand to hand torture techniques (oops! I mean "pain and compliance"...TORTURE) in his mind and bag of tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Do you still think violence doesn't work? The threat of violence certainly does, which is potential violence. Terrorism light, as it were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop in the car gets out of his vehicle to help his butty out with a wonderful opportunity to hurt a little old lady when Jerry Sue gets on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, there are always ways to work around stupid rules. I grab a post and lean out as far as I can over the army car holding my sign for passersby to see. Jerry Sue walks over to the corner and walks across the street during walk signs to display her sign to the people waiting at the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda, who wasn't blocking the doorway to the recruiting center and was standing at least 2 feet past where it swings was told not to block the doorway. She challenged the cop for a few, and then stood down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cops then stood together, arms crossed, in front of the recruiting center. They looked like those stereotypes you see of Indians. I tried talking with them, but these people are NOT members of the community. They are in a world of their own and their only will is to control the people through the threat of violence. Terrorism light. There was no talking with these guys like talking with the recruiters. I could tell that if these guys had automatic weapons and the order to kill anyone standing on the streets and all the people in their cars and on the sidewalks, there would be a lot of dead people in the streets of this town. And they looked like the types who would LOVE doing that type of killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me point out here, I was the biggest person there (not that I'm any kinda threat with my big belly, but I'm no tiny person like Jerry sue), and the copper didn't come up to me. He went right for the weakest link, a tiny little elder woman. They didn't go for Rhonda, younger, a little more sturdily built, they went for Jerry Sue. They didn't go for Paul, a little smaller than me, but a male and therefore...? They went for the weakest link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know one thing for sure, cops are trained to control ALL situations through the threat or USE of VIOLENCE. AKA, "Terror Light." So this is what came to mind when I was watching this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kill the women and children first. They're easier to kill and it strikes terror into the hearts of the men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     --Phil Sheridan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, they don't stand against enemies that are actual threats or could put up a fight. The fight is supposed to be one sided in order to terrorize the population that ISN'T there into subservience to the state. It was a "Phil Sheridan Light" maneuver. Go for the weakest, and it will threaten those who are not so weak into an awareness that they are WILLING to do physical harm to a weak member. AKA, they are attempting to strike TERROR into our hearts with threats of violence to our non-physically threatening friend. Wow, what tough guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is another interesting point, here. These two heavily armed thugs...were protecting other USUALLY heavily armed thugs...from unarmed non-violent folks. There's some fucking irony in that, isn't there? Thugs protecting other thugs from folks who are peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we're keeping those thugs outta the doughnut shop! It's a health issue. We're doing a service to the city and keeping those killer cops healthy. Healthy and strong. So when they need to, they can rampage and do great and horrific horrible harm to...tiny little elder women holding signs protesting a bucha folks whose organization is created to kill darkies for wealthy white folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job, coppers. I'm sure we'll never see you arresting pedophile priests, abusive foster parents, or other sorts of violent criminals will we. You're to busy protecting thugs from peace necks. Well, at least your staying out of the doughnut shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-802662696376400811?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/802662696376400811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/802662696376400811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/keepin-em-outta-doughnut-shop.html' title='Keepin&apos; &apos;em Outta the Doughnut Shop'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-4703804165152651234</id><published>2007-05-05T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:36:49.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing</title><content type='html'>I'm currently reading Kurt Vonnegut's, "Slaughter House Five." It is a book based on the bombing of Dresden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started looking up the amazing cruelty that was the firebombing of Dresden. I started looking through the internet at some blogs where people comment that such killing is the most horrific thing, while others say it is justified. The ones saying it is justified I assume have never been in a war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been in a war and amazed at the cruelty that humans are capable of. It didn't end in Germany. It didn't end at Wounded Knee. It still continues. Right now it is mostly Americans and American complicity to maintain and expand the American Empire that creates such horrific conditions of life, including genocide, among the peoples of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes I am capable of imagining me...ME...doing the most cruel of acts to my fellow human beings that I feel deserve it. I have told a few, including a good friend, that sometimes I believe I had past lives where I was an extremely brutal killer of my fellow human beings. Maybe several lives. My friend told me she could see that in me. I have had a dream where I stand on a hill with a friend after a ghastly battle, smiling and joking. I never remember anything other than that of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I sit. Here I am. I am NOT killing. I oppose killing, but believe myself capable of such in self-defense, but saying it is one thing...doing it another all together. I have been friends with folks who killed hundreds of people in wars. I have heard their stories. I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we can create a better world. We have a lot in our way to get there, but we can do it. I believe in my fellow human beings. All of them. Even the vegans. We are all human beings. We are not superior or inferior to one another. We are not better or worse than one another. We are just human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's about fucking time we stopped killing each other. Like killing itself, it is easier said than done, but god fucking damn it...I KNOW WE ARE FUCKING CAPABLE.  Just stop pulling the trigger. Nations leaders, shake hands and talk about mutual support. Take care of you people: health care, shelter, food, quality of life, education, etc. WHAT'S THE BIG FUCKING DEAL? Y'ALL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much beauty in this world. So much beauty to be created and shared. So much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-4703804165152651234?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4703804165152651234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4703804165152651234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/killing.html' title='Killing'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-8318928216354235235</id><published>2007-05-04T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T16:46:08.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because It Is In My DNA</title><content type='html'>Andrew Jackson came to my house&lt;br /&gt;disguised as an insurance salesman.&lt;br /&gt;He knocked on the door, but I wouldn't let him in,&lt;br /&gt;so he started pounding on the door.&lt;br /&gt;I got scared and hid&lt;br /&gt;so he kicked in the door&lt;br /&gt;chased me through the&lt;br /&gt;bedroom, living room, dining room, kitchen&lt;br /&gt;But he caught my children instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat them down at the table&lt;br /&gt;showed them the insurance policy&lt;br /&gt;where he was the sole beneficiary.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't know what they were reading&lt;br /&gt;so they refused to sign it.&lt;br /&gt;Andy pulled a knife and cut their throats&lt;br /&gt;and signed the document with their dead hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife screamed&lt;br /&gt;when she saw the carnage,&lt;br /&gt;so Andrew beat her and raped her.&lt;br /&gt;While he was raping her&lt;br /&gt;he murdered her&lt;br /&gt;so that her last memories would be of her&lt;br /&gt;dead children, cowardly husband, and being raped by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I escaped through a window&lt;br /&gt;and started running down the street screaming&lt;br /&gt;"SOMEBODY HELP!&lt;br /&gt;ANDREW JACKSON IS MURDERING MY FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;ANDREW JACKSON IS MURDERING MY FAMILY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People emerged from their homes&lt;br /&gt;stood on their porches and&lt;br /&gt;laughed and pointed at me as I ran down the street.&lt;br /&gt;In unison they all said,&lt;br /&gt;"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR EATING MEAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stop running.&lt;br /&gt;I drove a railroad spike into the asphalt&lt;br /&gt;that reaches to the heart of our mother.&lt;br /&gt;I tether a microphone cord to it.&lt;br /&gt;I tether the middle of the cord&lt;br /&gt;to my left foot.&lt;br /&gt;I swing the microphone in big circles&lt;br /&gt;like I'm Roger Daltry&lt;br /&gt;four times&lt;br /&gt;(because Indians do things like that)&lt;br /&gt;ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...&lt;br /&gt;and throw it in the air&lt;br /&gt;and catch it in my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;I hold it to the sky&lt;br /&gt;then slowly lower my arm&lt;br /&gt;and place the microphone&lt;br /&gt;...to...my...lips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the children screaming in my skull&lt;br /&gt;because it is in my DNA&lt;br /&gt;they cling to their dead parents&lt;br /&gt;infants try to suckle at the breasts&lt;br /&gt;of their dead mothers.&lt;br /&gt;And the Cavalry is coming&lt;br /&gt;to finish them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetie has gathered&lt;br /&gt;three purple trumpet blossoms from an empress tree&lt;br /&gt;in the park&lt;br /&gt;and placed them in a glass chalice&lt;br /&gt;on our dining room table.&lt;br /&gt;I lean in and inhale deeply&lt;br /&gt;their sweet scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hear the screams of the women&lt;br /&gt;because it is in my DNA&lt;br /&gt;and they are clutching their murdered babies&lt;br /&gt;and sitting next to their dead and dying husbands.&lt;br /&gt;And the Cavalry is coming&lt;br /&gt;to finish them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irises are my favorite flower.&lt;br /&gt;Two petals reaching to the sky&lt;br /&gt;two petals reaching to the earth&lt;br /&gt;delicate and complex innards&lt;br /&gt;tempting creatures to their pollen.&lt;br /&gt;I lean in and inhale deeply&lt;br /&gt;their sweet scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hear the screams of the men&lt;br /&gt;because it is in my DNA&lt;br /&gt;as they fight, struggle, and die&lt;br /&gt;trying to protect their families &lt;br /&gt;in the chaos and confusion.&lt;br /&gt;The survivors cry at their failure&lt;br /&gt;and the Cavalry is coming&lt;br /&gt;to finish them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are huge azalea bushes&lt;br /&gt;in Columbia park.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea that any of them had scents,&lt;br /&gt;but I can smell them a mile away&lt;br /&gt;as my sweetie tells me&lt;br /&gt;that the lighter colored ones usually have a scent.&lt;br /&gt;I lean in and inhale deeply&lt;br /&gt;their sweet scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the screams of the elders&lt;br /&gt;because it is in my DNA&lt;br /&gt;as they emerge from their homes&lt;br /&gt;and observe the horrific carnage&lt;br /&gt;enacted upon their people, families, and friends.&lt;br /&gt;And the Cavalry is coming&lt;br /&gt;to finish them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the roses are blooming&lt;br /&gt;I love walking through the streets of my neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;because there are so many colors and varieties.&lt;br /&gt;The reach to the heavens &lt;br /&gt;with their soft petals and gentle folds.&lt;br /&gt;I lean in and inhale deeply&lt;br /&gt;their sweet scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the war cries of the elders&lt;br /&gt;and see them gather at the river&lt;br /&gt;in all of their wisdom and glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the war cries of the men&lt;br /&gt;and see them gather at the river&lt;br /&gt;in their strength and courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the war cries of the women&lt;br /&gt;and see them gather at the river&lt;br /&gt;in their compassion and empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the war cries of the children&lt;br /&gt;and the generations yet to come&lt;br /&gt;as they too gather at the river&lt;br /&gt;in all of their new and vibrant life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my Blackfoot mother&lt;br /&gt;who passed away playing bingo&lt;br /&gt;and her braids are long&lt;br /&gt;with black and gray&lt;br /&gt;and her smile is Beautiful and she says,&lt;br /&gt;"That's my boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my Alsea/Klickitat grandmother&lt;br /&gt;Her hair black and gray and curly.&lt;br /&gt;Her one good arm.&lt;br /&gt;She is surrounded by the 40+ children&lt;br /&gt;she raised as well as her own.&lt;br /&gt;I only recognize a few. &lt;br /&gt;And they are all smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"I Love you, grandson," she tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my Alsea/Klickitat/Lower Umpqua father&lt;br /&gt;standing their with his thumbs in his belt loops&lt;br /&gt;smiling his big beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm proud of you, son," he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all raise their right fists in the air&lt;br /&gt;and scream their war cries&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;and then start to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;We all laugh,&lt;br /&gt;and our laughter recreates the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OUR DAY HAS COME!" they scream in unison.&lt;br /&gt;"OUR DAY HAS COME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swing my microphone in big circles&lt;br /&gt;like I'm Roger Daltry&lt;br /&gt;four times&lt;br /&gt;(because that's what Indians do)&lt;br /&gt;ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...&lt;br /&gt;and I catch it in my right fist.&lt;br /&gt;I hold it to the skies in a prayer to the&lt;br /&gt;creator, earth mother, four directions&lt;br /&gt;to the elders, men, women, children&lt;br /&gt;and the future generations&lt;br /&gt;to all of the people&lt;br /&gt;and everything on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;I slowly lower my arm&lt;br /&gt;and put the microphone &lt;br /&gt;...to...my...lips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-8318928216354235235?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8318928216354235235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8318928216354235235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/because-it-is-in-my-dna.html' title='Because It Is In My DNA'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-35956864240511946</id><published>2007-05-02T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T02:17:24.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vigil, 5-1-07</title><content type='html'>Although very tired, Rhonda and I went to the vigil in front of the recruiting center on Broadway having missed last week because Rhonda's car died, as in dead, as in the engine blew up. So, she drove us there last night in her new to her '91 Ford Ranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Vets for Peace showed up and a few others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman and man came out of the recruiting center. The woman was obviously intelligent and read completely the sign with a quote from Ehron Watada about "...war crimes." She started grilling the woman vet with her obviously arrogant intelligence. "So you believe all killing is wrong?" "How do you determine who is innocent?" The young man played his role perfectly; he kept his mouth shut unless he was agreeing with his companion, quietly, of course. Their relationship reminded me of my old relationship with my last wife. The young woman was always right and super intelligent, the young man was passive and only supposed to agree or keep his mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted her to come talk to me. I had some good stuff to tell her. I had some real good stuff as she got my anger up. But instead, she quit harassing the vet and hung out at her bike and displayed her A+ intelligence to her passive companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to pray for bad things to happen to her. I wanted to pray for her karma to come down on her. I wanted her to experience what was is like in some what that would effect her life dramatically. But even so, praying for such things, like acting them out, comes with consequences upon the person that prays them as well. So I had a little spiritual psychological argument going on within my own head as I thought how it would be a good thing for miss A+ to have a firmer grip and the realities of war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then something came through me, like a wave of emotion, there and gone. And I knew (and of course, I can be wrong) that she was going to experience her karma. That something was going to bite her on the ass for her arrogant A+ student actions that day. Exactly what, I don't know. Not my job to worry about it. Not my job to enact it. Not my job to follow her around to see if it comes true or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day, after I cashed my check, before the vigil, a woman asked me to help get her car started. I was tired and didn't want to, but did because she asked. We wound up driving to get gas as it seemed she was out. She told me of her life and a verbally abusive relationship she was in. I gave her some directions where to head, but I know she isn't going to take them right away, but she will eventually remember and take action. She has a choice where she didn't feel like she had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the vigil, Rhonda and I went out to dinner. I left the waitress a $5 tip, feeling the desire to be generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1 is the day Rhonda and I second met. We went to see Carrie Dann talk in the evening and we talked and talked. She told me about her bad relationship with the man she was with who dumped her several weeks earlier, and I offered a shoulder to cry on. She came over on May 8, and we've been together ever since except for the month or so we were broke up. Now, everything is going so great. I Love her so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-35956864240511946?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/35956864240511946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/35956864240511946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/vigil-5-1-07.html' title='Vigil, 5-1-07'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-6116316436333903669</id><published>2007-05-01T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T02:40:58.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm So Tired..."</title><content type='html'>Remember Madeline Kahn in "Blazing Saddles?" She sang the song, "I'm So Tired." Currently, that is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The racism battles with lefties left me tired during this respite. Then getting a wonderful and strange rash on my arms that attempted to spread to my legs. Now my job is overworking me and stressing me out. I'll have about 55 hours in this week. My Blackfoot mama, Yellow Dust Woman passed on. I'm in the middle of a move. Eli and his girlfriend are moving soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do have the sweet Love of my sweetie Rhonda. I do have the sweet Love of my kid, Felicia. Life is good! I'm just fucking tired! Too tired to write that much, even.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-6116316436333903669?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6116316436333903669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6116316436333903669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-so-tired.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m So Tired...&quot;'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-186516485863385503</id><published>2007-04-26T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:21:46.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Dust Woman</title><content type='html'>There is a minor admission of guilt for the murders of thousands of native children for the first time by the Canadian Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted my Blackfoot mother, who adopted me and Felicia some 6 or 7 years ago, Yellow Dust Woman, to speak since she was a survivor. I hadn't talked to her in over a year and called, only to find out that a week ago, April 19, she passed away of a heart attack at their local bingo hall. She passed quickly, and the family seems to be doing well. The world is a better place for having had her wonderful awesomeness in this world. She had requested that people don't mourn too much and to live strong. What a wonderful human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicated today's "Mitakuye Oyasin" radio program to her and played the song I want played at my funeral, "Visions of a Native American" by the late great Jim Pepper, for her in honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's show was also about the Amnesty International report (www.amnestyusa.org) about the high rates of rape of indigenous women. Fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Dust Woman was also a survivor of the Canadian boarding school system. I miss her. I shouldn't have put off calling her for so damned long, but there you go. If you have loved ones you haven't talked with in a while...you know what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW DUST WOMAN! PLEASE SEND REPLACEMENTS! I know we have many already, but a few more...OK...a whole lot more wouldn't hurt one bit. I Love you, and will miss you greatly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your son, Eugene Douglas Johnson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-186516485863385503?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/186516485863385503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/186516485863385503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/yellow-dust-woman.html' title='Yellow Dust Woman'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-6415436267561348075</id><published>2007-04-24T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T02:45:06.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tonebytone.com/hatunkarpay/eagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tonebytone.com/hatunkarpay/eagle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday before we headed out to the BOO volunteer appreciation party, I heard Rhonda yell as I was grooming in the bathroom, "FELICIA SPOTTED AN EAGLE!" I came running out of the bathroom and the three of us went outside. Sure enough, there was a bald eagle circling in the sky a little west of us, then it moved slowly until it was flying above us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walked up and asked what we were looking at. "A bald eagle" I told him. He looked up and asked, "are you sure it's not a buzzard?" "Buzzards fly different," I informed him. "I'm gonna go get my binoculars," he said, and disappeared. We watched the eagle for about 7 minutes before it finally headed northeast, probably toward government island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful way to start the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-6415436267561348075?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6415436267561348075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6415436267561348075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/eagle.html' title='Eagle'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-3738958434765597270</id><published>2007-04-23T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T03:17:26.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lefty Racism is Still Racism</title><content type='html'>Having been doing the work that I do for so long [speaking out against the U.S. empire and wanting to bring it down], I have encountered many forms of racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have encountered racism from right wing conservatives. I had gotten into the habit of verbally beating them down because I wanted to leave them with such a sting that they would at least THINK before they opened their mouths and said such a thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racism is a tool which one group uses against another in order to control or dominate that group for their own gain. Racism hurts because it is supposed to hurt. It is supposed to remind the group it is enacted against that they are powerless over those more powerful. For the last month, with my sweeties hand in mine, we took on racism in the lefty community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called a well known peace activist in the area on his sexism and racism. He told me the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are all a little sexist and racist, Eugene, even you." What this is means in my opinion is that he doesn't want to deal with his sexism and racism because it suits him in his position of authority just fine. It also excuses his behavior and therefore he doesn't have to put forth the effort to examine it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had told him that his racist behavior kept people of color from participating in the peace movement. His comment to this was, "if people of color would quit blaming their shortcomings on white males" then we could have the unity I hoped for. This man also happens to be a white male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racism and sexism ARE violence because they are designed to hurt. It is a tool for one group to gain control of and or dominate another group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this blog I have had to deal with racists. It started with folks using my race to drive home a point, and then telling me that isn't racist. In my pain and anger, which the comment was designed to hurt me (paraphrased: I support the troops coming home, not killing, having health care, therefore I have no right to say anything about what America did to my folks) I treated them with the same racism they put forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After battling these folks for a couple of weeks, I experienced racism at the one place I truly thought I was safe from it. What a fool. It, too, is a lefty organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Paul Watson comes to town with his heavily supported race hate and lies, so I started firing back especially when I was censored by Indy Media. I was not allowed to fight back or speak on behalf of my people because I wanted white racist lefty folks to hurt just as bad as I do when the enact their institutional or overt racism and still claim they have a higher standard than right wing republicans. Let's not forget the connections between Paul Watson and Slade Gorton, Jack Metcalf, and Willis Carto, well known republican earth and Indian hating folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became mean, hurtful, and angry. I wanted whitey to hurt as bad as whitey makes my people hurt. I've heard racist justifications from white folks that the Makah genocide was fine because they were slavers. So were white folks, so I called for white folks to line up for their genocide. I called white folks Peckerwoods and Crackers and this has stimulated conversation. It was still mean of me. It was still hurtful. And it was an attempt to get white folks to understand how hurtful their racism is. White skin doesn't make you holy. Being vegan doesn't make you holy. Being Indian doesn't make me holy. Being alleged peaceful doesn't make you holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your people to stop hurting my people and to treat them with the respect we deserve. Jesus FUCK! It really isn't asking too much. I mean, shit, you took EVERYTHING from us. EVERYTHING, and then live with this belief that it was OK and justifiable for whatever reason you choose to make up at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I find out lefty tree sitters are raping their women in the encampments. WHAT THE FUCK! I held these folks to a higher standard. I believed. They lied. With the exception of the women, most if not ALL of the men in those groups turn out to love violence against women just as much as republicans, the taliban, etc. Women have to always be on the lookout against men because men are constantly enacting dominance and hatred over them. Left, Right, inbetween and all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just has to stop, folks. We have to examine our behavior. We have to stop hurting each other. We have to stop trying to dominate the other for our own gain. Yes, even me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-3738958434765597270?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3738958434765597270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3738958434765597270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/lefty-racism-is-still-racism.html' title='Lefty Racism is Still Racism'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-117834824175968193</id><published>2007-04-20T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T02:45:59.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Watson Protest</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, Paul Watson, fat ugly leader of the Sea Shepherd Society, came to town. As posted previously in this blog, Paul is racist and when he comes to town the race hate of alleged lefties rises to the surface and they feel free to be the racists they really are. So, Rhonda and I decided to make signs and go protest the fact fuck speaking at the Pirate's Tavern about how great and glorious he is, and, you know, those whale things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior, I had picked up Felicia and we went to KBOO. I told the receptionist, a friend of mine, that we were going to protest Paul Watson. She got upset. She mentioned that women on the crew of the Sea Shepherd Society often get raped. "Sexually harassed," one of the staff members said. "We know they get sexually harassed, we are not sure about the rape."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before, Rhonda and I met with some new friends. One of them discussed how she had worked at tree sits on the raping by alleged forest defenders. It didn't really hit me at that moment because I had this stupid idealism that these folks were more true than say...a right wing republican. Then it all came rushing in. The rape of women on the left is rampant as I learned more of over the last couple of days. Boys in the tree sits felt entitled to rape their female counterparts. Rape IS VIOLENCE! And I realized right then that it is almost undoubtedly true that Paul is at least complicit in rape of his crew members and violence against women is absolutely WRONG! I seriously thought of taking a knife with me to the Paul Watson show. A few minutes later, I calmed down enough to realize that that would not be a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Felicia home and went to Rhonda and mines place. We made some signs: "Save the Whales and Honor Native Rights," "You were never at Wounded Knee in '73, Paul. Stop lying," and a few others. We got there and went in and talked with the woman who organized the event. You would think that such a prestigious college like Lewis and Clark would instill a little more critical thinking into a person, but it doesn't. Although very intelligent, she filters information, denies other parts of information, doesn't triangulate. Rhonda had made a print out of one of Paul Watson's racist comments and handed it out to a few folks. After getting a good feel of we would not be accepted, we went to the car to discuss further action. We ran into a couple there and they didn't know about what Paul had done to the Makah. So we had a discussion and they were very receptive. Then, a woman dressed in a pirates costume came running out screaming this was her property and if we didn't leave she was going to call the cops. This is a great man, she said, referring to Paul. "PLEASE!" I screamed back. Again, don't think critically. Don't take in as much information as you can. Be as stupid as possible, and believe believe believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we parked on the other side of St. Helens Road and took our signs and stood on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. One woman walked up and wanted to hear what we were about. I told her of my issues with Paul and the racism and such, and metioned that there are rumors that women are at the very least sexually harassed on his ships but also probably raped which I have no doubt to be true considering the behavior of alleged lefty boys at tree sits raping their sisters. She then told me she had been reading about the rapes at tree sits for years in "Earth First Journal." At which point is almost screamed, "Where the FUCK HAVE I BEEN!" I hadn't heard about the rapes until just a few days prior. We all have to do something about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple talked with Rhonda, and when finished, left because of the information Rhonda gave them. Another couple walked up and told her that what the U.S. does is far worse than what Paul does (acknowledging the fact that Paul does indeed do bad shit). We should go protest them. "We do," Rhonda informed him. Every tuesday from 5-6 in front of the recruiting center on Broadway. You should join us, she suggested. They just might they said and walked away. Yeah, sure they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A railroad consultant, a Comanche, came and talked with us. We talked for quite a while and he decided he wouldn't go there for a beer like he thought he would. Quite the guy, but that's another conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegan Sid, an elderly woman, came up to proseltize (sp?) about veganism. You see, veganism makes you into some sort of super holy person. It gives you the empirical right to tell others what they can and cannot do via your superiority from simply being a vegan. Kind of like from the superiority of simply being white. Kind of like the superiority of simply being male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEHHHHH! WRONG ANSWER! Although we didn't get anywhere with either of us, you do not simply have the right to tell others what to do because you are a vegan. Veganism doesn't make you superior or holy. Being a vegan just makes you a vegan. Being white doesn't make you superior. It makes you white and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly learned a lot from this experience. People, even on the left, have a sense of entitlement over some of the most stupid reasons. "I'm a vegan and therefore super holy and now have the right to tell others what to do." "I am white, and therefore holy, and have the right to tell darkies and others what to do." "I have a penis, and therfore holy, and have the right to rape women even in the left movement because I think of my sisters just like the right wing republicans do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG ANSWERS! ALL OF THEM! We are human beings. We damned well better start treating all our fellow human beings like human beings or we're not going to get anywhere. There are so many fucking people I'd like to slap around now. All the lefty folks seemed pretty nice at the event with Paul. Most that we talked with didn't know about his racist shit with the Makah and his lies about being at Wounded Knee in '73.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, folks, you are no more human than any other human. Treat your fellow humans with the Love and Respect you feel you deserve, and struggle against those that do not do so no matter what fucking side they are on or what kind of fucking heroes you may think them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later, REVOLUTION NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-117834824175968193?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/117834824175968193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/117834824175968193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/paul-watson-protest.html' title='Paul Watson Protest'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-8657576433609730636</id><published>2007-04-18T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T02:29:32.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indy Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[I have posted the following article to Portland Indy Media (www.portland.indymedia.org) because anything I post on that forum, as well as several others, gets "filtered" ("not censored"). I am assuming this article will be shot straight into the compost like my last one. All this so the glory of that man who is a racist liar, Paul Watson, can be protected from any dissenting voices. So much for free speech.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SURRENDER&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer be participating in this forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because ALL of my posts on articles are now..."filtered"...and I am being cut out of discussions, I will no longer be participating in your forum. You have successfully shut out my voice, and several others, in a forum for a person whose name I won't mention for fear this article may be shot into the compost or some other form of the internet ether before anyone gets to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you are free to spout your race hate against the Makah and other Indians. I will no longer challenge your ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are free to post your more institutionally racist stuff unchallenged by me, and a few others, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last article, the last time I will speak on your forum, and I promise I won't visit your site anymore not even to see if this thing gets posted or immediately composted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You win, Indy Media. My voice is now silent on your forum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-8657576433609730636?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8657576433609730636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8657576433609730636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/indy-media.html' title='Indy Media'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-2421691539622453548</id><published>2007-04-16T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T03:18:04.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>My sweetie and I are planning on attending the dinner honoring Paul Watson, head of the Sea Shepherd Society on Wednesday at 8pm at the Pirate's Tavern on St. Helens Rd. We are scared. Reading the race hate that the vegan fascists are spouting on Indy Media makes us nervous. The voices of dissent against Paul Watson are being censored by Portland Indy Media as well. One insider is trying to convince us it is their filters, I don't believe him however as our posts don't make it on their forum. I posted "Race By the Numbers" on their, a new title to an old post, and it has been sent to the compost heap along with the comment from someone who is learning to hate me since I speak out against this form of racism. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda and I will most likely be the only two anti-Paul Watson folks there. We are scared of the violence spewing from the mouths of the vegan holier than all fascists. I doubt we'll be killed, but I don't doubt they will try to physically hurt us. These folks are just FILLED with hatred towards the Makah and their supporters, thanks to the works of Watson and the Sea Shepherd Society, attempted murderer of Makah folks Josh Harper, Jonathan Paul and the Sea Defense Alliance, etc. We know the hate they're capable of. We know their desires to complete the genocide against the Makah. We know their self-righteous bigotry. We're scared, but somebody has to do something about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing friends. That hurts, but not as much as it hurts to see the genocidal desires of folks against the Makah and their supporters. Justifications for this hatred are handed down casually like candy to children, stirring the pot of hatred. The Makah owned slaves. The Makah are murderers of whales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard these justifications of genocide so many times in so many forms. "We're all immigrants." (Doesn't matter that the science is faulty). There were only a few million of us here. We weren't Christians and they were. We weren't white and they are. We practiced human sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White folks have done so many horrific things in this world for the gain of the few. When I spoke out that whitey has practiced slavery and therefore should line up for their fair share of genocide, I upset a lot of people. Afterall, I was mentioning that whitey should get their come uppance for the horrific crimes enacted against my folks. I'm losing friends because of this. However, the genocidal race hate spouted out by holier than thou vegan fascists is just fine. What white folks felt for that tiny moment is what many Indians feel everyday of our lives. It doesn't take much to stir up that race hate in white folks against Indians, darky Muslims, Sephardic Jews, Sinti and Roma...It doesn't take much. But that race hate is OK. That race hate is acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want genocide against the white folks, I want them to stop committing it to my fellow indigenous folks. It sure would be NICE if they stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-2421691539622453548?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/2421691539622453548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/2421691539622453548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-281818145219270388</id><published>2007-04-12T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:50:05.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discomfort</title><content type='html'>I set fire to the world with my words today. &lt;br /&gt;People caught on fire.&lt;br /&gt;Were some reborn as a Pheonix&lt;br /&gt;from the ashes?&lt;br /&gt;Were some burned into ash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're making me uncomfortable."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;How do you think we feel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're making me uncomfortable."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;How do you think we feel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not ash,&lt;br /&gt;we are humans.&lt;br /&gt;Rise from the ashes&lt;br /&gt;I burned you into and&lt;br /&gt;be the beauty you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're making me uncomfortable."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;How do you think we feel"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-281818145219270388?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/281818145219270388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/281818145219270388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/discomfort.html' title='Discomfort'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1985993461040779365</id><published>2007-04-11T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T03:16:34.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism and Numbers</title><content type='html'>The Makah, U.S., Russia, Chukatkas, and the IWC agreed on a quota for the Makah whaling for a five year period. The Chukatkas agreed to reduce their whaling from 140 annually to 124. 140-124=16. 16x5=80. From the 80 whales not to be hunted during that five year period, the Makah were given a quota of 20. During that five year period, the Makah only got 1 whale. 80-1=79. That means 79 whales lives were spared during that time because of the Makah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the fact that 79 whales survived because of the Makah would cut into the racist behavior of alleged liberals against the Makah and their fellow indigenous folk. A good racist whale loving vegan liberal would CHOOSE to only look at the fact that the Makah killed a whale, not that 79 survived because of them. If they looked at the 79 surviving whales, that would deligitimize their racist behavior and their abilitiy to act superior to my fellow indigenous folk and thus make it more of a crime when the attacked the Head Start bus in Forks and threatened the lives of Indian children and calling them racial epithets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When racist megalomaniacs like Paul Watson come to town, the racist folks again find legimation in their racism towards indian folks. Paul likes to legitimize his racism by saying he was at the Wounded Knee seige in '73 as a medic. However, no one remembers him. His story of having a vision where he was visited by a buffalo and interpreted by Wallace Black Elk is unsubstantiated. Not only do none of the Wounded Knee Vets remember Paul Watson, but Wallace stated he never interpreted such a vision. Paul also claims to have been given the name "Gray Wolf Clearwater" by Wallace. Wallace stated he not only did not remember giving such a name to anyone, let alone during the seige, but he would never give two names to the same person. Paul Watson is lying because it serves his racist ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Watson, head of the Sea Shepherd Society, an anti-whaling group, also hooked up with two conservative right wing republicans, Sen. Slade Gorton and Rep. Jack Metcalf. These two folks were known for the anti-Indian racism as well as anti-environmentalism. However, since the held their racist stance against the Makah, Paul thought it a good idea to hook up with these folks, even giving the anti-enviormentalist Slade an award for his horrific behavior. Racists allying with racists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Paul Watson speaks, he speaks about himself. He tells the same old stories, and Paul Watson is the hero in ALL of his stories. The man Loves Paul Watson more that he does any whale. Whales are just what brings glory to Paul Watson, and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing all of these things, however, doesn't give weight to the racist behavior of our alleged left wing white vegan allies. Therefore all this information must be discarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that Paul Watson is a liar. We know that Paul Watson allies with anti-enviornmentalists to further his racist agenda. We know that Paul Watson, while on the Sierra Club Board helped push through their anti-immigration stance, that is, anti-South of the Border immigration stance. White folks, are of course, welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racism comes in many forms, and when lefties have an ally in their racism, they use such a person to allow themselves to brave up and speak out against dark skinned people. That is why I DESPISE Paul Watson. The numbers don't matter, the lies don't matter, the shady alliances don't matter, the megalomania doesn't matter, but the racism, lefties love that racism as much or MORE than the conservative right wing folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix that in with your vegies and choke on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1985993461040779365?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1985993461040779365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1985993461040779365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/racism-and-numbers.html' title='Racism and Numbers'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-5830293772414121517</id><published>2007-04-10T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T16:47:06.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Whitey!</title><content type='html'>With Watson coming to town, the racists are out and currently, to cowardly to show their faces or even put their names behind their racist comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of their arguments include that the Makah practiced slavery and aren't attempting to bring back that tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a few things in the proper perspective here. Whitey came to this hemisphere and slaughtered millions of my indigenous folks for their own gain. In their true culture of gluttony, Whitey slaughtered the whales to near extinction. Whitey never likes to look at their own stuff because then they wouldn't be superior and self-righteous as they often are. When slaughtering every last Indian was no longer an option on the table, WHITEY decided it was a good idea to destroy our identity as a people. When we attempt to regain our identity and having to struggle against the continued genocide of our various peoples, whities from all sides want to tell us what we can and cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring up the issue of slavery because then they have a racist argument to throw in our face. Whitey has given themselves permission to tell us red nigger folk what traditions we can and cannot have. Whitey Loves to dominate and it doesn't matter if they're vegan or meat eater, right wing or left wing, liberal or conservative, whitey loves to lord their superiority over us while never having to answer for their crimes of genocide against our folks. ALL want to continue to tell us what we can and cannot do. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitey is on our land ILLEGALLY! Not the folks from South of the border. Those folks for the most part are from this hemisphere, WHITEY however, is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racist whities on they left like to hide behind rephrasing their racism as being "speciesist." Whitey likes whales and hates Indians. Whitey likes whales and says nothing about lab rats. Whitey likes whales and says little about the dams killing our salmon folk. Whitey likes whales but does little about the depletion of ALL of the oceans folks. Whitey is so superior, they feel they have the right to tell all folks that aren't white what they can and cannot do. Whitey feels they have the right to define and redefine all races, but I'm especially talking about Indians. You're not a speciesist, you ARE a racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegan and vegetarian whities like to lord it over red nigger meat eaters because they don't eat living creatures. My mother used to read me a book called "Stranger Than Science." One of the stories in the book described how a man hooked up a lie detector to a plant. He would think things like he was going to kill the plant, and the plant would register a reaction on the detector. It would register reactions to the mans thoughts. Plants have life. Just because you can't hear them scream when you are killing and consuming them does not mean they are void of life. Yet, vegan and vegetarian whitey allows themselves the right to say what does and doesn't have life and what life forms deserve to live and what life forms don't. ALL life forms feed on all life forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A point Ward Churchill brings up in EVERY speech he makes since 9-11-2001, is that while Whitey is out ALLEGEDLY doing all it can to save whales and other creatures, they say nothing about Whitey slaughtering half a million Iraqi babies with their sanctions (hundreds of thousands more since). Ward points out that Madeline Albright stated that the half a million dead darky babies was an acceptable loss. It's also a crime of genocide. And no one, NO ONE, gets in the streets screaming about those dead babies. Whitey doesn't care about those dead babies. They have dark skin. Right wing, left wing, liberal, conservative, vegan/vegetarian, meat eater, etc. No whities are hitting the streets to stop that killing. They're humans, therefore the wrong species. They're darkies, therefore the wrong color. Therefore, whitey has conveniently decided it is OK for those 500,000 Iraqi babies to die, not to mention the hundreds of thousands since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is pretty much safe to say that all the current destruction happening in the world has its basis in the folks with the white skin. Indonesia's genocide in East Timor was backed by whities. Rwandan genocide was allowed to continue because of whitey. Israel's oppression of Palestine has its basis in whitey. But, vegan/vegetarian whities have decided they are speciesist and therefore those folks deserve to die. Besides, they aren't white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitey, other than their poor folks, has never suffered at the hands of horrific genocides like that of my indigenous folks. They have INDEED benefitted from it. These are crimes. Whitey is on our land, yet whities of all persuasions lord their allegations of superiority over us, lord over their superior spiritualities over us, lord the use of FORCE over us, so they can redefine and define who we are and use that as a means to their own ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to tell you, whitey, you have no right! In fact, whitey, you need to give back all the property you've stolen from my indigenous folks and all the indigenous folks you've stolen from ALL OVER THE WORLD. By simple basis of your horrific crimes to all other races, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL ANY RACE WHAT THEY CAN AND CANNOT DO! You've never paid for your crimes of slavery, genocides worldwide, environmental destruction, destruction of indigenous food sources, eco-crimes, lynchings, raping and killing Indian children in boarding schools, etc. You've never paid for ANY of your racist crimes. Therefore, whitey, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT to tell me and my fellow indigenous folks what we can and cannot do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-5830293772414121517?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5830293772414121517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5830293772414121517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-whitey.html' title='Hey Whitey!'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-152460020272162980</id><published>2007-04-09T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T02:49:30.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Poem</title><content type='html'>My Sweetie, Rhonda B., has a great poem she wrote posted on her blog, www.deathandconscience.blogspot.com. It is titled "'How' You Love Us Indians." It is an awesome piece, check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-152460020272162980?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/152460020272162980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/152460020272162980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-poem.html' title='A Great Poem'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1677554053145718860</id><published>2007-04-08T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:37:55.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Call Me "Chief"</title><content type='html'>One of the things I hate most&lt;br /&gt;is being called "chief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a designation beset upon me&lt;br /&gt;by white folks&lt;br /&gt;who make their own determinations&lt;br /&gt;on how to treat me because of my RACE&lt;br /&gt;but are too arrogant or whatever&lt;br /&gt;to ask&lt;br /&gt;or to just talk to me like a &lt;br /&gt;human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't tell me you're honoring me&lt;br /&gt;through your racist designation.&lt;br /&gt;Giving me names&lt;br /&gt;by visualizing racist views&lt;br /&gt;of my race&lt;br /&gt;is not honoring me&lt;br /&gt;or any Indian for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to honor us Indians,&lt;br /&gt;give everything back.&lt;br /&gt;Purchasing and possessing stolen property&lt;br /&gt;is a crime&lt;br /&gt;afterall&lt;br /&gt;and I aint gonna feel nothin' but pissed off&lt;br /&gt;when you call me "chief"&lt;br /&gt;and pretend it is honoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what I feel when you call me "cheif"&lt;br /&gt;even as a joke?&lt;br /&gt;Of course not&lt;br /&gt;why would you wanna know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;when you don't even ask&lt;br /&gt;whether or not&lt;br /&gt;you can designate&lt;br /&gt;a racist name&lt;br /&gt;upon my personage&lt;br /&gt;but I'm gonna fucking tell you anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first desire&lt;br /&gt;is to beat your face&lt;br /&gt;to a fucking bloody pulp,&lt;br /&gt;but I rein in those desires.&lt;br /&gt;I cling to them&lt;br /&gt;because somehow&lt;br /&gt;after all the racism I face&lt;br /&gt;in this whitey society&lt;br /&gt;I still manage&lt;br /&gt;to curb my urge to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel humiliated&lt;br /&gt;because there aint anything I can really do&lt;br /&gt;about your racist behavior toward me.&lt;br /&gt;If I beat you to a bloody pulp&lt;br /&gt;like my desire screams at me to do&lt;br /&gt;I would be arrested,&lt;br /&gt;probably lose my job,&lt;br /&gt;not be able to feed my family,&lt;br /&gt;while you,&lt;br /&gt;whitey,&lt;br /&gt;remain on the outside&lt;br /&gt;to maintain your racist rhetoric&lt;br /&gt;and probably hate Indians even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel anger.&lt;br /&gt;Anger that motivates poems like this.&lt;br /&gt;Anger!&lt;br /&gt;The anger I want to use&lt;br /&gt;to pull knives real and imagined&lt;br /&gt;and cut your throat&lt;br /&gt;real and imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I write poems&lt;br /&gt;because it is not right&lt;br /&gt;for me to feel humiliated&lt;br /&gt;from your racist lips.&lt;br /&gt;I toss aside the humiliation&lt;br /&gt;and write poems like this&lt;br /&gt;so maybe you'll think next time&lt;br /&gt;racist.&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe,&lt;br /&gt;just maybe,&lt;br /&gt;my baby won't have to grow up&lt;br /&gt;and hear shit from you folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already training her.&lt;br /&gt;I tell her the things she will hear&lt;br /&gt;from folks like you&lt;br /&gt;and others as well:&lt;br /&gt;"You don't look Indian."&lt;br /&gt;"You're not a 'real' Indian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to teach her to defend herself&lt;br /&gt;in this racist world&lt;br /&gt;where whitey still hides&lt;br /&gt;behind white hoods&lt;br /&gt;in one form or another.&lt;br /&gt;I have to train her to face&lt;br /&gt;the reality of a racist culture&lt;br /&gt;that allows itself to dominate&lt;br /&gt;and define&lt;br /&gt;who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you...&lt;br /&gt;you claim to honor me by calling me "chief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I claim to honor you by calling you "peckerwood."&lt;br /&gt;I claim to honor you by calling you "cracker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Aren't you proud to be white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me "chief."&lt;br /&gt;Just give everything back,&lt;br /&gt;you who possess everything stolen from us&lt;br /&gt;and DARE to call it your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry,&lt;br /&gt;Indians share,&lt;br /&gt;unlike some other folks I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1677554053145718860?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1677554053145718860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1677554053145718860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-call-me-chief.html' title='Don&apos;t Call Me &quot;Chief&quot;'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1692367251107869515</id><published>2007-04-08T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:18:45.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Interesting Information on Paul Watson</title><content type='html'>Here is some interesting information on racism against the Makah as well as some interesting information about the lies of Paul Watson. If Paul is willing to LIE so aggregiously (even writing it in a book), what else does he lie about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.certain-natl.org/racism_in_the_ar_movement.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some interesting information on the Makah whale hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.certain-natl.org/makahindex.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1692367251107869515?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1692367251107869515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1692367251107869515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-interesting-information-on-paul.html' title='More Interesting Information on Paul Watson'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1551888949933220600</id><published>2007-04-08T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:02:19.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck  You Whitey (Freestyle)</title><content type='html'>Whitey is always&lt;br /&gt;telling us Indians&lt;br /&gt;what we can and cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apartheid is here in the states&lt;br /&gt;we call them reservations&lt;br /&gt;ghettos&lt;br /&gt;the black neighborhoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apartheid has a name&lt;br /&gt;and has whitey dominating&lt;br /&gt;all faces of our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whitey Loves telling&lt;br /&gt;the Makah they can't whale&lt;br /&gt;and Love to remind us&lt;br /&gt;that they are the killers of our folks&lt;br /&gt;they are our dominators&lt;br /&gt;and they have every right &lt;br /&gt;to tell us what we can an cannot do&lt;br /&gt;because we lost the war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter if you're a peckerwood&lt;br /&gt;of the lefty persuasion&lt;br /&gt;vegan non-meat eating &lt;br /&gt;alleged peaceful&lt;br /&gt;but never peaceful&lt;br /&gt;know it all&lt;br /&gt;holier than thou&lt;br /&gt;force of the peckerwood...&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;if you are a right wing&lt;br /&gt;war mongering&lt;br /&gt;never do your own killing&lt;br /&gt;right wing republican&lt;br /&gt;in DC&lt;br /&gt;taking it all from everyone else &lt;br /&gt;in the world&lt;br /&gt;to fill vast bank accounts...&lt;br /&gt;you all&lt;br /&gt;are telling us Red Niggers &lt;br /&gt;what we can and cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in the apartheid&lt;br /&gt;of the reservation system&lt;br /&gt;have to be recognized by our&lt;br /&gt;white masters&lt;br /&gt;our white masters&lt;br /&gt;who are always telling us&lt;br /&gt;who and what we are&lt;br /&gt;because aint no stupid red nigger&lt;br /&gt;able to define himself&lt;br /&gt;when we've been defeated&lt;br /&gt;in wars real and imagined.&lt;br /&gt;Our women and children&lt;br /&gt;raped by our white masters&lt;br /&gt;women and children raped and gutted&lt;br /&gt;and the privileged white fucks&lt;br /&gt;get to define us&lt;br /&gt;get to tell us how to live&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter if you're left or right&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter if you're vegan&lt;br /&gt;or meat eating&lt;br /&gt;you are always a peckerwood&lt;br /&gt;lording it over us Red Niggers&lt;br /&gt;like we are Winnebagos to be driven&lt;br /&gt;Seneca juice to be drank&lt;br /&gt;Umpqua ice cream to be scopped&lt;br /&gt;Chetco banking to be saved&lt;br /&gt;Because we aint human enough&lt;br /&gt;to make our own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Whitey has to make them for us&lt;br /&gt;even when we don't ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the peckerwoods always justify their genocide.&lt;br /&gt;We owned slaves,&lt;br /&gt;We committed human sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;Whitey has done all of these things&lt;br /&gt;and much much more&lt;br /&gt;but never lines up&lt;br /&gt;for the medicine they so willingly dealt out to us&lt;br /&gt;and still do&lt;br /&gt;in the form of telling us&lt;br /&gt;survivors of the genocide at their hands&lt;br /&gt;what we can and cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;They tell us&lt;br /&gt;how we are defined&lt;br /&gt;and never ask &lt;br /&gt;because they are too white&lt;br /&gt;and superior&lt;br /&gt;and it never matters&lt;br /&gt;vegan or meat eater&lt;br /&gt;liberal or conservative&lt;br /&gt;they all are ready&lt;br /&gt;to finish the genocide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whitey&lt;br /&gt;lies to create his own means.&lt;br /&gt;Whitey Loves to lie&lt;br /&gt;and we have to survive the death&lt;br /&gt;that follows those lies&lt;br /&gt;because whitey...&lt;br /&gt;also Loves to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I speak out!&lt;br /&gt;I speak out against racism&lt;br /&gt;as peckerwood after peckerwood&lt;br /&gt;comes to tell me on my blog&lt;br /&gt;what is and isn't Indian.&lt;br /&gt;Tells me from his political&lt;br /&gt;pulpit&lt;br /&gt;what is and isn't Indian.&lt;br /&gt;Tells me&lt;br /&gt;from the bow of his ship&lt;br /&gt;what is and isn't Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I spoke out against Paul Watson&lt;br /&gt;I was censored&lt;br /&gt;on Indy Media.&lt;br /&gt;INDY MEDIA!&lt;br /&gt;Voice of the people my ass.&lt;br /&gt;Voice of the white people.&lt;br /&gt;Voice of the white folks&lt;br /&gt;wanting to tell Indians&lt;br /&gt;who we are and are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;LIBERAL INDY MEDIA&lt;br /&gt;has censored.&lt;br /&gt;They censored my sweetie, Rhonda B.,&lt;br /&gt;for speaking out against the great white&lt;br /&gt;self proclaimed savior of the whales&lt;br /&gt;Paul Watson.&lt;br /&gt;You see,&lt;br /&gt;it can't be saved without whitey.&lt;br /&gt;Whitey...who is RESPONSIBLE for the decimation&lt;br /&gt;of the whales.&lt;br /&gt;Whitey&lt;br /&gt;whose voracious appetite for wealth&lt;br /&gt;far and beyond their need.&lt;br /&gt;And whitey still comes&lt;br /&gt;to tell us Indians&lt;br /&gt;who we are and what we can do.&lt;br /&gt;They are so willing to take our freedom&lt;br /&gt;LIKE PORTLAND INDY MEDIA&lt;br /&gt;has attempted to TAKE my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the land of the free&lt;br /&gt;and whitey is NOT FREE&lt;br /&gt;to tell me and my fellow indigenous folks&lt;br /&gt;what we can an cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;WHITEY HAS NO RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whitey&lt;br /&gt;like most excessively racist&lt;br /&gt;feeling powerless whiteies&lt;br /&gt;Love hiding behind their white hoods.&lt;br /&gt;Watson's is lies.&lt;br /&gt;Berry's is Republican party politics.&lt;br /&gt;And you peckerwoods that come to Indy Media&lt;br /&gt;telling us Red Nigger folks&lt;br /&gt;with your arrogant white superiority attitude&lt;br /&gt;what my folks can and cannot do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Love to hide behind the white hoods of anonymity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAVE UP!&lt;br /&gt;Show your face, WHITEY!&lt;br /&gt;Stand behind your words&lt;br /&gt;and not behind your white sheets&lt;br /&gt;like a COWARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you PROUD to be white?&lt;br /&gt;Give me your names, COWARD WHITIES!&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you PROUD to be white?&lt;br /&gt;Show your faces, WHITIES!&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you PROUD to be whtie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you proud of your actions&lt;br /&gt;attacking the Makah Head Start bus&lt;br /&gt;in Forks, Washington&lt;br /&gt;as it was filled with children&lt;br /&gt;going to see a baseball game&lt;br /&gt;and you PROUDLY hurled racial epithets&lt;br /&gt;and death threats to 5 and 6 year olds&lt;br /&gt;Oh great white master of ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Oh great white KILLER of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show me you face...&lt;br /&gt;SHOW YOUR FACE, COWARDS&lt;br /&gt;SHOW YOUR FACE, COWARDS AT INDY MEDIA&lt;br /&gt;SHOW YOUR FACE, COWARD POST WRITERS&lt;br /&gt;show your face.&lt;br /&gt;It is you&lt;br /&gt;and your fellow white folks&lt;br /&gt;who have killed everything&lt;br /&gt;who destroy everything&lt;br /&gt;and blame us Red Niggers&lt;br /&gt;and others&lt;br /&gt;but never yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;You should never have to look at yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;You're white...&lt;br /&gt;and therefore...&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your rent is due, whitey.&lt;br /&gt;It has come time to pay&lt;br /&gt;and because of your greed and avarice&lt;br /&gt;many will pay along side you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your rent is due whitey.&lt;br /&gt;Show your face.&lt;br /&gt;Put your name behind you KKK style words.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to pay the rent.&lt;br /&gt;In fact...&lt;br /&gt;it's past due.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1551888949933220600?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1551888949933220600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1551888949933220600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/fuck-you-whitey-freestyle.html' title='Fuck  You Whitey (Freestyle)'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-2408136118528911704</id><published>2007-04-07T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T12:01:29.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Posts from Indy</title><content type='html'>I'm just getting these posts off of the Paul Watson thread of Indy Media to use them in a future on air verbal attack against those racist white censors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Makah 06.Apr.2007 13:45&lt;br /&gt;- link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were backed by Japanese businessmen. It was a money-making opportunity, not some "native tradition," although they were digging up old treaty rights in order to kill. Even many Makah did not agree to the whale hunt, and found the other tribe members literally jumping on the dying whale to be disgusting and disrespectful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do a little more research into the Makah and the whale hunt. In the end it was innocent animals pitted against greedy business people and "natives." Government agencies were out with guns cocked against the environmentalists and animal activists. The Makah had all the power of the federal government on their side. Regardless, the Makah got to fucking kill their whale, painfully, slowly, and literally dance and jump on her dying body. Yay Makah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of hearing about the native "respect" for animal life. If it ever existed, it does no longer. "Blessing" your Big Mac doesn't mean the animals suffered any less on factory farms. And it doesn't make the abuse you perpetuate right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And humans are not endangered! Whales are. "Native humans" are still humans, and do all the crap that other humans do to animals. When you kill and abuse in the name of your culture, it's no better than killing and abusing in the name of your religion, or killing and abusing in the name of your species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Makah practiced slavery. 06.Apr.2007 15:03&lt;br /&gt;not a speciesist nor a racist link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they going to take that up again as one of their "traditional" institutions? Are people here going to support them in that, because, after all, you have to support any cruel and barbaric thing that "native" people decide to do as part of their traditional practices? Or are you only going to support the cruel throwback to the past when it happens to animals? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Makah chief died, his slaves were killed and buried along with him. Should they take that up again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the throwing around of the word racism. Let's have some consistency please: the MAKAH are racist slaveholders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-2408136118528911704?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/2408136118528911704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/2408136118528911704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-posts-from-indy.html' title='Just Posts from Indy'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1418394915459751761</id><published>2007-04-06T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:03:13.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portland Indy Media ALLOWS Racism Against Red Niggers</title><content type='html'>Portland Indy Media no longer allows me to post. The good news is, the racist shit those peckerwoods have stated remains. Wanna be racist against Red Niggers, Portland Indy Media is the forum for you. Wanna call the racists on their shit and have your posts deleted, because, we can't have anyone calling whitey on their racist bullshit. It might make them feel a little uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later, REVOLUTION RIGHT FUCKING NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1418394915459751761?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1418394915459751761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1418394915459751761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/portland-indy-media-allows-racism.html' title='Portland Indy Media ALLOWS Racism Against Red Niggers'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-7527243502244975920</id><published>2007-04-06T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T16:43:53.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Racist Fat Fucks</title><content type='html'>http://portland.indymedia.org/en/2007/04/357106.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with the Pirate of Compassion, A Benefit for the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Watson, founder of Sea Shepherd has been defending ocean life from illegal pillage and plunder by rogue whalers and marine murderers for over 20 years. Come to the Pirate's Tavern to hear of his adventures on the high seas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What: Dinner, Speaking Event and Live Music&lt;br /&gt;How much: $20 for dinner (choice of vegan lasagna, enchiladas, jambalaya or "sea" shepherd pie,&lt;br /&gt;coffee/iced tea)&lt;br /&gt;$5: No dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: Wednesday, April 18, 8:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Where: Pirate's Tavern (all vegan restaurant) 2839 NW St. Helens Road, Portland, OR&lt;br /&gt;For more info or directions go to www.piratestavern.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, folks. Racist fat fuck, Paul Watson, will be aggrandizing himself with his usual speeches of how great he is. And now, the racists are out in force and hiding behind their white hoods of anonymity, and for some reason, my very inflammatory posts are not making it onto Indymedia for reasons unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you can read what these fucking racists are saying and read my comments to these fucking peckerwoods below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Peckerwoods! Stop hiding behind the white hoods of anonymity. Stand behind your racist rhetoric, mother-fuckers. Give me your names, chickenshits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see, the Makah practiced slavery, so it was OK to kill them, rape their women, rape their children in boarding schools. Hey…You whities practiced slavery…I guess that means we can kill you, rape your women, commit genocide against your folks…EH! WOO-HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DESPISE the way you arrogant racist white fucks stand behind such rhetoric as “the Makah practiced slavery” bullshit, thus excusing your genocidal behavior to my fellow indigenous folks. You crackers practiced slavery, too. Don’t you think it’s about time you all paid with your lives, raping of your women, destruction of your languages and cultures, etc.? You’re so fucking arrogant and racist and you are too chickenshit  to come out from behind your white hood of anonymity and stand behind your racist words, aren’t you, mother-fucker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, oh holy anonymous other racist piece of shit. I see you, too, are too chickenshit to stand behind your words. Yet, you spout your racial superiority like you’re KKK or Skinhead. At least those folks are honest about their racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with the whales, as I’m sure you know, Peckerwoods, is not the Indians. The problem has been over consumption by…you Peckerwoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Watson, that fat ugly tiny dicked racist fuck, doesn’t give a shit about whales. He says nothing about industrial trawlers which lay waste to the environment or whales. He says nothing about industrial pollutants. He says nothing about global warming. Instead, he passes on mis-information and racism about the Makah’s in order to aggrandize Paul Watson. Whitey Paul will never ram his ship into an industrial trawler, he’s friends with Slade Gorton who makes a lot of money from industrial trawlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll never forgive you racist fucks for attacking the Makah Head Start bus in Forks a few days after the Makah got their whale. Screaming racial epithets at five and six year-olds and spitting on them. Threatening them and the adults who were caring for them. You want war, mother-fuckers, give me your names. Start standing behind your racist rhetoric, Peckerwoods, instead of hiding behind the white hoods of anonymity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have you white folks done? You lynched black folks and Indians. Destroyed the landscape of Indian country. Raped and murdered our children in your boarding schools. Provide us with racist mascots and product names. Continue to stand on the throats of the Indian economies. Slaughtered Jews, Sinti, Roma, gays, lesbians, etc., during WWII. Were and ARE complicit in the genocides in Rwanda, Darfur, Iraq, Afghanistan, Chechnya, North and South America, ALL OF AFRICA. And yet, your racist white fucks come here and tell us what you fucking did to the Makah is OK because the Makah practiced slavery. I think it’s about time you racist white fucks paid for your crimes. You’ve destroyed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t come here, on OUR FUCKING LAND, and spout your racial superiority bullshit, mother-fuckers. You are some of the most horrific folks to have ever existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not racist. Why, some of my best friends are Peckerwoods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-7527243502244975920?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7527243502244975920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7527243502244975920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/speaking-of-racist-fat-fucks.html' title='Speaking of Racist Fat Fucks'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-5593951412072825285</id><published>2007-04-05T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T15:24:56.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racists Racists Everywhere</title><content type='html'>Racism: Houston Mayor Insults American Indians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston's Mayor Pro Tem Michael Berry insulted American Indian listeners during his talk show on slavery and Indians on KPRC Radio 950. The American Indian Genocide Museum in Houstonurges others to respond:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston's Mayor Berry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We need to stop wasting all this time and energy apologizing to the American Indian, which we continue to do ... We give them casinos, we give them special licenses, we give them special scholarships and why I don't understand ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We conquered them, that's history - Hello "'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got to be against giving welfare to the American Indians because of the fact , that 200 years ago they were whipped in a war. Lets just call it what it is, they lost a war."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But I'm not racist. Didn't you hear me? Are your stupid darkie ears to deaf? I said...I'm Not Racist! You're taking away from "legitimate" racism by fingering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard all of the above fucking bullshit numerous times before by many a peckerwood cracker-ass mother-fucking piece of shit! And the ALWAYS say they aren't racist. And, no doubt, he is thinking the same shit that I wrote in the previous paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of that wonderful Garrett Morris song from Saturday Night Live: "I'm gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see..."&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Eugene Johnson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-5593951412072825285?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5593951412072825285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5593951412072825285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/racists-racists-everywhere.html' title='Racists Racists Everywhere'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-2813592869545911896</id><published>2007-04-04T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:19:58.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THRESHOLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RhP6P5aP4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/93VjW3rPt00/s1600-h/DSCN0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RhP6P5aP4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/93VjW3rPt00/s320/DSCN0584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049654758228353426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THRESHOLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Felicia,&lt;br /&gt;has stepped across the threshold&lt;br /&gt;to womanhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to reggae and folk&lt;br /&gt;on KBOO.&lt;br /&gt;War on Iran looms on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;She will be 12 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Ceremonies are in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She joins the ranks of women&lt;br /&gt;like my friends,&lt;br /&gt;my Lover&lt;br /&gt;the Nurses on &lt;br /&gt;Bataan and Corregidor&lt;br /&gt;during WWII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can give birth&lt;br /&gt;to nations&lt;br /&gt;should she choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;one of her fathers,&lt;br /&gt;am proud to journey&lt;br /&gt;through life&lt;br /&gt;with my&lt;br /&gt;not so little&lt;br /&gt;little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back&lt;br /&gt;to her holding my finger&lt;br /&gt;when we first met.&lt;br /&gt;How she made our friends laugh.&lt;br /&gt;How she made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Singing her songs at bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;Reading her books.&lt;br /&gt;When she pinched my knee skin.&lt;br /&gt;Wandering across the tiny meadow&lt;br /&gt;to our neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;The compassionate blue teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;a gift after a brutal&lt;br /&gt;verbal attack.&lt;br /&gt;When she first rode&lt;br /&gt;her bike at five.&lt;br /&gt;At two,&lt;br /&gt;walking through the doorway&lt;br /&gt;with blackberry juice &lt;br /&gt;all over her face.&lt;br /&gt;Blossoming cherry trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...&lt;br /&gt;And throught her life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-2813592869545911896?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/2813592869545911896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/2813592869545911896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/threshold.html' title='THRESHOLD'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hwmcVu6Sa_I/RhP6P5aP4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/93VjW3rPt00/s72-c/DSCN0584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-8564870052409068751</id><published>2007-04-03T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T01:27:45.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for Saul Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c37/Kusanagi112/7974508b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c37/Kusanagi112/7974508b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up&lt;br /&gt;with my right arm aching&lt;br /&gt;as I had dreams&lt;br /&gt;of someone verbally attacking me&lt;br /&gt;and the words of a poem &lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to look up on the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been looking for the words&lt;br /&gt;to Saul Williams&lt;br /&gt;"Anti-War Freestyle"&lt;br /&gt;because I Love the song&lt;br /&gt;and I think he says the word fuck in it&lt;br /&gt;and I might not be able to play it on the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fight is on&lt;br /&gt;and I'm supposed to find the words&lt;br /&gt;and my right arm is sore&lt;br /&gt;and my anger is up&lt;br /&gt;and the fight is on&lt;br /&gt;and the words are there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more war&lt;br /&gt;no more war &lt;br /&gt;no more war&lt;br /&gt;no more war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my right arm is sore&lt;br /&gt;and the fight is on&lt;br /&gt;and I'm supposed to find the words&lt;br /&gt;and my anger is up&lt;br /&gt;and the words are there&lt;br /&gt;and we're all sharing in them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more war&lt;br /&gt;no more war&lt;br /&gt;no more war&lt;br /&gt;no more war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I sent the news&lt;br /&gt;of the pending april 6 attack&lt;br /&gt;to my friend Warren&lt;br /&gt;who tells me he had a dream&lt;br /&gt;that there was a big concert&lt;br /&gt;on the border of Iraq and Iran&lt;br /&gt;and Saul Williams was there&lt;br /&gt;and he asks us to sing&lt;br /&gt;Act III Scene II&lt;br /&gt;with him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...it's just coincidence&lt;br /&gt;that oil men will wage war&lt;br /&gt;on an oil rich land..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my right arm is sore&lt;br /&gt;and I'm angry&lt;br /&gt;and I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;and I want it all back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-8564870052409068751?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8564870052409068751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8564870052409068751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/04/searching-for-saul-lyrics.html' title='Searching for Saul Lyrics'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-527529815677536632</id><published>2007-03-30T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:48:32.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, April 6 Potential Start of U.S. Illegal War Against Iran</title><content type='html'>Looks like next Friday is the potential day for the U.S. illegal war against Iran. Hold on tight, folks. If this happens, I sure the world will be in for a bumpy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation Bite - April 6 Sneak Attack By US Forces On Iran Planned - Russian Military Sources Warn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Ivashov Calls For Emergency Session Of UN Security Council To Ward Off Looming US Aggression &lt;br /&gt;By Webster G. Tarpley&lt;br /&gt;3-25-7&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON DC -- The long awaited US military attack on Iran is now on track for the first week of April, specifically for 4 AM on April 6, the Good Friday opening of Easter weekend, writes the well-known Russian journalist Andrei Uglanov in the Moscow weekly "Argumenty Nedeli." Uglanov cites Russian military experts close to the Russian General Staff for his account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attack is slated to last for twelve hours, according to Uglanov, lasting from 4 AM until 4 PM local time. Friday is a holiday in Iran. In the course of the attack, code named Operation Bite, about 20 targets are marked for bombing; the list includes uranium enrichment facilities, research centers, and laboratories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first reactor at the Bushehr nuclear plant, where Russian engineers are working, is supposed to be spared from destruction. The US attack plan reportedly calls for the Iranian air defense system to be degraded, for numerous Iranian warships to be sunk in the Persian Gulf, and the for the most important headquarters of the Iranian armed forces to be wiped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[get the rest of the article at http://www.rense.com/general75/bite.htm]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-527529815677536632?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/527529815677536632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/527529815677536632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/friday-april-6-potential-start-of-us.html' title='Friday, April 6 Potential Start of U.S. Illegal War Against Iran'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-5264845409561214988</id><published>2007-03-28T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T02:44:55.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vigil 3-27-07</title><content type='html'>We were down there again. Even without any inflamatory signs we were flipped off, thumbed down, and shaken heads at more than usual. We also had some very enthusiastic supporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you war supporter folks, you know the routine: Never support a war you are not willing to take up arms in and fight in yourself because you are asking others to do your killing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, reading a great book, "We Band of Angels" by Elizabeth Norman. It is about the 99 American nurses who were on Bataan during the WWII battle there. Nothing is as anti-war as an honest book about the shit. Recently, Imogene "Jeanne" Kennedy Schmidt passed away, leaving three of these amazing women still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-5264845409561214988?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5264845409561214988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5264845409561214988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/vigil-3-27-07.html' title='Vigil 3-27-07'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-582819399525367431</id><published>2007-03-25T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T09:08:30.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Speech Issues.</title><content type='html'>I found this article on Commondreams about the crushing of free speech. Y'all should read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play About Iraq War Divides a Connecticut School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.commondreams.org/archive/2007/03/24/56/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bullshit. This is crushing of free speech. What this particular princilple is saying if you produce a play that says "yeah! Get out there and kill some folks!" they could do it. But since this challenges mind sets, ideals, patterned ways of thinking, gets people to think and question the world around them...Then it must be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never tell anyone that they cannot come here and challenge my ideals and what I say. That is why I do this. What if I'm wrong? What if my ideas are truly indifensible? That is why I put myself behind my words and ideas. I either find better ways of defending them, change them, or find better arguments in dealing with those who disagree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free speech is being crushed around this nation. This is just another example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-582819399525367431?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/582819399525367431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/582819399525367431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/free-speech-issues.html' title='Free Speech Issues.'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-9213848141053492694</id><published>2007-03-25T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T08:47:12.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rlrouse.com/pic-of-the-day/crocuses-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.rlrouse.com/pic-of-the-day/crocuses-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the flowers are calling me&lt;br /&gt;to write poetry about them,&lt;br /&gt;Yellow petals&lt;br /&gt;and cups to collect the rain and Love&lt;br /&gt;Bugs and bees flying around pollinating&lt;br /&gt;The colors...&lt;br /&gt;OH the colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a war going on&lt;br /&gt;here on my blog&lt;br /&gt;in Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran...&lt;br /&gt;Here I am safe&lt;br /&gt;and must do what I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are yellow blossoms of Daffodils&lt;br /&gt;purple blossoms of crocus that poke through the earth&lt;br /&gt;flowering trees lining the streets&lt;br /&gt;in pink and purple and white and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Sunday paper&lt;br /&gt;a headline reads of a man named RJ Anheier,&lt;br /&gt;once homeless then successfully housed for 8 years&lt;br /&gt;falling dead on the streets of Portland&lt;br /&gt;and being disected by OHSU &lt;br /&gt;even though he has ID in his pockets&lt;br /&gt;and his birth certificate&lt;br /&gt;this classist society &lt;br /&gt;considered him unworthy&lt;br /&gt;as he looked homeless enough&lt;br /&gt;to sell for $37.50&lt;br /&gt;though he was greatly Loved&lt;br /&gt;by folks like Sisters of the Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetie and I Love&lt;br /&gt;with all the passion we can muster&lt;br /&gt;which is a lot&lt;br /&gt;Love is a beauty to bathe in&lt;br /&gt;and regenerate the soul&lt;br /&gt;and it is spring&lt;br /&gt;and Beauty surrounds us.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty always surrounds us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Saturday Market&lt;br /&gt;a tall skinny young man walks up to me&lt;br /&gt;whispers something in my general direction&lt;br /&gt;as the crowds continue to stroll&lt;br /&gt;blindly by.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm really hungry and haven't had anything to eat,"&lt;br /&gt;he says.&lt;br /&gt;"Can you help?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," I say with enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;I set down my recently purchased honey&lt;br /&gt;pull out my wallet, &lt;br /&gt;and find three ones&lt;br /&gt;and hand them to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet!" he says joyously,&lt;br /&gt;and I swear I hear his stomach filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't write this to toot my own horn,&lt;br /&gt;fuck tooting horns.&lt;br /&gt;Tooting horns wont feed the folks.&lt;br /&gt;I write this&lt;br /&gt;because America should be fucking embarassed&lt;br /&gt;that we have people living on the streets at all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm embarassed that America&lt;br /&gt;doesn't even know that it is a violation&lt;br /&gt;of human rights&lt;br /&gt;here in this occupied territory&lt;br /&gt;currently known&lt;br /&gt;as the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't give me&lt;br /&gt;any of your holier than thou shit...&lt;br /&gt;Because you know what I'll fucking tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is spring.&lt;br /&gt;The time of rebirth&lt;br /&gt;renewal of energy&lt;br /&gt;and I hear stories of the goings on in the world&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of struggles and challenges&lt;br /&gt;the beauty going on in others lives&lt;br /&gt;the beauty going on in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a very beautiful Pashmina yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Purple paisley in a brown/gold.&lt;br /&gt;It is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I Love cloth&lt;br /&gt;it seems tribal to me&lt;br /&gt;though I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I could change my room several times a day&lt;br /&gt;feel like I'm traveling through&lt;br /&gt;some psychic universe&lt;br /&gt;like a nomad of sorts&lt;br /&gt;honor something ancient within me.&lt;br /&gt;I Love the feel of these things on my skin&lt;br /&gt;the joy they bring to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter&lt;br /&gt;who grows into a young woman&lt;br /&gt;will be 12 in just a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;When I first met her&lt;br /&gt;she was three months old&lt;br /&gt;and she held my finger from Woodburn&lt;br /&gt;to Oregon city&lt;br /&gt;like it was a walking stick&lt;br /&gt;to keep her balanced along her journeys.&lt;br /&gt;My tears of joy&lt;br /&gt;were the creek of water&lt;br /&gt;to sustain her on her journey.&lt;br /&gt;And here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;The front will come&lt;br /&gt;or I will journey there&lt;br /&gt;and be safe&lt;br /&gt;as these fronts are of words and ideas&lt;br /&gt;and everything begins and ends&lt;br /&gt;and is recorded&lt;br /&gt;in words and ideas&lt;br /&gt;and I pray&lt;br /&gt;that somewhere&lt;br /&gt;somehow&lt;br /&gt;we can water our seeds of peace&lt;br /&gt;change the world&lt;br /&gt;and stop all of the killing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-9213848141053492694?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/9213848141053492694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/9213848141053492694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-2007.html' title='Spring 2007'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-7720150740540679492</id><published>2007-03-23T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T03:07:10.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindsight Being 20/20</title><content type='html'>Looking back at when Zek made his comment, I realize now I immediately reacted to his comment with rage. For me, this institutional racist shit hurts and I really felt blindsided and in sudden self-defense mode. After this particular battle and hindsight being 20/20, I believe I have learned to behave differently toward folks who perform such institutional racism toward me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"by your own words then, you have nothing to complain about 'amerkans' killing your ancestors as the killers were after all only 'duped', hence not responsible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Zek made this comment, I could have said something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zek, here you have an unfair advantage over me. You know quite a bit about me as I am not afraid to put my face and opinions out in public. You know my race, I have a radio program, TV program, my work, my relationships with others, etc., because I am very open about these things. I know very little to nothing about you from the comments you have made on my blog. You have thus made a comment about my race to make your point. That is UNFAIR and INSTITUTIONALLY RACIST. I cannot take advantage of anything I know about you as I have very little knowledge of who you are and doubt you will ever offer any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By saying you're are using my words, you have given yourself a plausible deniability as to what you really believe. You tell me then, I have nothing to complain about what Americans have done to my folks considering troops were duped. (Again, let me point out the unfair advantage of you knowing my race and me knowing virtually nothing about you). You fail to take into consideration that you have many advantages in this nation yourself due to the fact that my people were slaughtered by the millions and you benefit heavily. I, however, wake up everyday and face this style of institutionalized racism. I wake up to the imperialist colonialist government that occupies my land and I can't kick them off and they continually destroy everything that is ours. And, Zek, what gives you the right to take away my rights as an indigenous person to complain about what happened to my indigenous folks. That makes you just as imperialist but in a small scale as the folks that currently occupy and destroy my land and destroyed my folks to get it. You are willing to take away my freedom in whole or in part and using my race to do so, but I don't even have hardly and idea about who you are. That is institutionally racist and I won't stand for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Live this form of racism everyday: imperialist colonialist government that occupies my land, racist sports team names, racist product names, being generally invisible as a race of folks on our own land, etc. So I won't put up with anyone such as yourself coming here and taking UNFAIR advantage of information you know about me, which is a lot, and me having almost no information about you as you choose to remain anonymous to continue to take advantage of that unfair advantage, and tell me what I can and cannot do as far as my RACE is concerned. It just doesn't happen that way, brother, so you better find another way to phrase what your saying, or you can just FUCK OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serephim later made the comment after she took this argument to Indymedia: "The troops get what they deserve." This implies a superiority over the troops on her part. Like imperical light. To me, it seems Serephim seems to have given herself the right to decide who does and doesn't DESERVE to die, be maimed, etc. Who made you the God or Goddess of these folks, Serephim? So, here stands the question that no one seems to want to answer: How did you lose that part of your humanity and what makes you think you are any better than "the troops" other than the fact that you don't do your own killing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think of the war supporters I hate so much. Never support a war you are not willing to take up arms and fight in yourself as you are asking other people to do your killing for you. It is the HEIGHT of arrogance. What arrogance you have, Serephim, in giving yourself the power over deciding who does and doesn't get to die. Why aren't YOU out there doing your own killing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am against all killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a man that had a vision of his own death. In that vision, he saw all the things he did in his life and how they effected the lives of others around him and many folks he did not know. He had to take responsibility for ALL of his own personal actions GOOD and BAD. These troops will have to as well. You will have to as well, Serephim. I will have to as well. &lt;br /&gt;And so will you, Zek. I am against all killing, I want it all to stop, then we can bring justice in whatever form to those that have committed or are truly responsible for the crimes. Killing them is out of the question, however. KILLING IS WRONG! ALL KILLING! EVEN BEING COMPLICIT IN ANY FORM OF KILLING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-7720150740540679492?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7720150740540679492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7720150740540679492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/hindsight-being-2020.html' title='Hindsight Being 20/20'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-7958679522181439308</id><published>2007-03-22T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T15:34:27.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marilyn Vann Interview</title><content type='html'>Just finished interviewing Marilyn Vann of the Descendents of the Freedmen Association. Oddly, turns out that the history states that the Black Cherokees were wanted in the tribe back in the day of the treaty. The Cherokee were not forced into taking their blacks, they wanted them. They Loved them as Cherokees, as their people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that their are even WHITE Cherokee. White folks recognized as Cherokee that have NO indigenous blood in them at all whatsoever. So, the argument that they want an Indigenous Cherokee Nation is moot because...as it turns out...the Cherokee folks didn't go after the white folks, they went after the blacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the issue started when the Black Cherokee voted for the opponent of a person who became the Tribal Chairman and had a big campaign against him. The Cherokee Chairman started a campaign filled with lies and got many people who were not informed other than what the council told them to vote against exterminating the blacks from their tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be going to federal courts soon as the Feds have already considered the vote illegal. The Cherokee Council says they can do whatever they want to their blacks. What if the Feds said they can do whatever they want to the Cherokee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be an interesting battle in the months, possibly years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-7958679522181439308?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7958679522181439308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7958679522181439308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/marilyn-vann-interview.html' title='Marilyn Vann Interview'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-6202661565691335581</id><published>2007-03-22T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T09:02:37.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Thing</title><content type='html'>I apologize for the personal attacks. Not excusing my behavior but attempting to explain it, this is the type of racism I hate the most, experience the most, and it hurts the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to make one last point here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, Serephim and Zek, have an advantage in this forum over me. All I know about you, Serephim, is that early in the discussion you said you are "not white." Late in the discussion I discover you are skinny and small framed. All I know about Zek is he is probably the man that left a $20 at Grendel's for me to have some coffee. One ohter thing I know about you two, mostly you, Serephim, because Zek hasn't come out and outright stated what you did, is that you and to a lesser extent Zek, believe the troops get what they deserve: familial destruction, death, homelessness, suicide, PTSD, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you know about me is pretty much everything. I am very open about who I am. I don't hide behind pseudonyms. My face is on television. I produce a radio program. I am an Indian. If you've been reading my blog, you already knew my three names, a little about my familial history, etc., etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...let's take that all away. All you know about me is my view on "the troops." All you know is that I want these guys to quit pulling the trigger. You know I have vets for peace friends and that I believe "the troops" currently can be converted to stop killing. Now, would Zek have said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"by your own words then, you have nothing to complain about 'amerkans' killing your ancestors as the killers were after all only 'duped', hence not responsible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That IS institutionally racist. Zek also has his "plausible deniability" by using my words against me instead of just coming straight out and saying what he obviously believes: Eugene, you have no right to complain about what America did to your people because you support the troops. "Plausible Deniability," excellent tool, because he would not have even mentioned it had he not actually believed it himself. I got the same type of shit from Peter Bergel when he said that "some people" think of certain races as this or that. What he really means is I see certain races as this, but can't say it outright because that wouldn't look good, and therefore use my plausible deniability and say that it is "some people" and not me. (I've had about 3 years of forced study in psychology and its various forms as well as life experience).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would Zek have said that to me if, say, you both knew I was a Jew, Black, Asian, Middle Eastern, etc.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would Zek have said to a Jew, for example, "Since you support the troops you have nothing to complain about what the Nazi's did to your people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was Black, "Since you support the troops, you have nothing to say about the military abuses of your folks in South Africa during apartheid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many forms or racism. There are many forms of racism against Indians that prevail in this socieity as a whole: racist sports team names, racist product names, our issues NEVER brought up in the mainstream, education about Indians is non-existent or limited at best, we have apartheid light in the reservation system, we have an imperialist colonialist authority that uses force to keep us in our place and continue to steal our resources and kill our people to this day, and all of this and more is a piece of the U.S. society as a whole and that seems to allow Americans the simple idea that they can bring up our race and use it against us at their convenience. That is racist. That is what is known as institutional racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, one last time I will ask that question again: You say that the troops get what they deserve. How did you lose that part of your humanity and what makes you believe that you are any better than the troops (being complicit in their killings, etc.) than they are other than the fact that you don't do your own killing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my offer still stands about the Inga Muscio book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-6202661565691335581?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6202661565691335581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6202661565691335581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-last-thing.html' title='One Last Thing'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-8630140596919916080</id><published>2007-03-21T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T02:54:28.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Fight</title><content type='html'>I get my fight from my Grandma, Violet (Smith) Johnson. She was Alsea and Klickitat. She never quite made it to five feet tall. She was very Loving and one fierce bar brawler up into her 60's. She usually won. She had only one good arm. She also stood down some very big men on many an occasion. She also raised 40 children besides her own 6, 5 of whom she sadly outlived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my sense of humor from my father, Louis Wilbur Johnson. He used alcohol and humor to medicate his depression and wound up dying when I was 17, basically from liver failure. It took two years, and it wasn't pretty. He was very Loving and caring and helped raise many of my cousins and his grandaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my leadership bloodline from my very Loving grandfather, Louis Johnson. He was the last chief of the Lower Umpqua. I don't believe in bloodline leadership so much as I do in proof that you are a leader, since I can't organize, I don't consider myself much of a leader. So I struggle using my big fat mouth as a tool to bring about change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white folks of my family were pretty much racist, except for the kids, though some of the kids did participate in the "institutional racism" that me and my three sisters were forced to live out. I don't hang out with these folks. Haven't for years, which includes my mother who lives only a few miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, with these things in mind, you come to my blog with your institutional racist bullshit acting holier than thou or attempting to become my own personal fucking dictator like Serephim and Zek, you will be in for a good bout, even if you take it to Indy, like that asshole Serephim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offer still stands, sister. I'll buy you a copy of "Autobiography of a Blue-Eyed Devil" by Inga Muscio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the vigil last night and exercised some of my humanity. Serephim, since you said that "the troops get what they deserve" as far as all the damages go with their end of war, I again ask you, where is that part of your humanity. What makes you any better than that which your claim to struggle against other than you don't do your own killing? And still, what made you believe you and Zek had the right to tell me what I can and cannot do as an Indian on my own fucking land? What an arrogant fucking racist asshole you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the trenches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-8630140596919916080?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8630140596919916080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8630140596919916080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-fight.html' title='The Good Fight'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-5243969654756803583</id><published>2007-03-20T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:37:01.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dictators, Great and Small</title><content type='html'>Serephim, Zek, what "watery tart lobbed and sword" in your general direction allowing you to become my own personal dictator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great and holy Serephim, how come you continue to defend this as not being racist when you only have given yourself and Zek the right to tell me what I can and cannot do as an Indian on my OWN FUCKING LAND, ASSHOLE? Explain that one to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain how you and Zek have the RIGHT to tell me what I can and cannot do. What makes you any different the the other fucking dictators I keep fighting to get off my fucking land let alone the reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you have said on our continued argument that you carried to Indymedia, that the troops "get what they deserve." That means you have lost part of your humanity, like the troops do in battle. What makes you any different than those folks other than the fact that you don't do your own killing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, give me the name of the "watery tart that lobbed a sword" in yours and Zek's general direction and made you my own personal fucking kings? And again, explain to me how it ISN'T racist to tell me what I can and cannot do as an indigenous person ON MY OWN FUCKING LAND, ASSHOLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AGAIN, I still hold up my offer to buy you your own personal copy of the Great Inga Muscio's book, "Autobiography of a Blue-Eyed Devil." You and Zek and David are indeed INSTITUTIONALLY RACIST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-5243969654756803583?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5243969654756803583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5243969654756803583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/dictators-great-and-small.html' title='Dictators, Great and Small'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-3338693979220496767</id><published>2007-03-19T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:35:06.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night Fights</title><content type='html'>Rhonda and I (see her photos on Portland Indymedia) went to the march together. We ran into many people we knew down there and it was rather joyous and sad at the same time. There's a war going on, and here we are kinda celebrating our desire for it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hooked up with my friend Heidi and her neighbor and we all marched together. We got rather hungry during the march, and near the end, we ducked into Pazo where a friend of Heidi's worked and enjoy a delicious and rather spendy meal and discussed hoping that next year we would be celebrating the end of the war instead of marching in desire for it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back outside, everything was torn down and there were a handful of folks drumming and dancing and having a good ole time, probably energizing up to again find whatever methods that can work in order to stop this monster known as war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Rhonda and I were heading out, we noticed there was action at the front of the justice center. I guess the park is called Chapman Square. It is the park with that statue of the white folks that came over to kill us Indians off and steal our land and resources while carrying the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda parked the car and we went to see what was going on. We went into the park. On the sidewalk in front of the justice center was a long line of very menacing looking ready for violence riot cops. We talked to some of the people we knew who were in the thick of it and asked what was going on. I guess what happened was some young folks decided to put their bodies on the line and sat down in the street in a peaceful non-violent protest and were then beaten and arrested by the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large crowd, 150 maybe 200 folks, mostly young folks, a few just caught up in the action not knowing exactly what the heck was going on, formed in the square. The faced off the riot cops from their side of 3rd Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horse cops came up behind us and I was ready to leave at that point. But Rhonda, defiant wonderful woman that she is, wanted to stay, and I wasn't about to leave without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I was messing with my camera and suddenly there was screaming and people running all around me. I started running and looked behind me to see the riot cops nabbing a few folks to beat on and arrest. They retreated with their booty, and the rest of us folks lined back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, the tension got rather exciting. Don't think the cops will follow along with the upcoming police state (this was the kinder gentler version), you have another thing coming. It was very invigorating. I started to really feel alive. It was like facing down the 7th, and Chivington, though with a "kinder gentler machine gun hand." So we knew we wouldn't get slaughtered, but we definitely had the potential to be severely hurt by these folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking work. I have to be up at 2, so I told Rhonda I really needed to go. However, as we got to the Northeast corner of 3rd and Main, we noticed more tension building as a few of the protesters stepped into the parking area of the street. Defiance in the face of fascism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people around us were saying things like "We're the peaceful protestors, I don't know who they are," referring to the folks in the park acting in defiance. This type of stuff really pisses Rhonda off, this arrogance and divisiveness amongst people who should be united. It was pissing me off as well, so I started pointing to the protesters saying very loudly, "Unarmed peaceful protestors," then pointing to the cops and saying just as loudly "Heavily armed very violent and dangerous cops." I kept repeating this action very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man in a red t-shirt tried to cross the street toward the cops from our corner, and the cops were gracious enough to push him repeatedly until he fell to the ground. They didn't arrest him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to get to bed, so we geared up to leave. We drove in front of the action, but before we could get across, we say a couple of defiant younguns lay in the middle of the street, quickly get up, and go back into the crowd. As we drove up, the cops charged, pulled out the young folks, threw them down, and brutally arreseted them. Rhonda got out the car screaming, "MOTHER-FUCKERS!" She was told to get back in the car or we'd be arrested. I filmed as much as possible and was screaming, "FUCK YOU PIGS!" We pulled around to the other side of the park, but it was getting late and I had to get some sleep, if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference between the peaceful folks on the corner and the peaceful folks in the park. The peaceful folks in the park are willing to put their bodies on the line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-3338693979220496767?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3338693979220496767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3338693979220496767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/sunday-night-fights.html' title='Sunday Night Fights'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-602703525186593423</id><published>2007-03-19T03:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T03:21:30.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism</title><content type='html'>"not much different than your earlier answer to me, Eugene."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comment, Zek, would suggest that you have been thinking about your answer for a while, am I correct, Zek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"by your own words then, you have nothing to complain about 'amerkans' killing your ancestors as the killers were after all only 'duped', hence not responsible. and they also did it to 'get ahead', escape poverty, find adventure, whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, Zek, you used my race in order to make a point. You know this type of insult would indeed get a reaction out of me. You could have used a general term, but chose to use a RACE SPECIFIC term for my race specifically. That...IS RACISM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Our' troops don't need to be 'understood', they need to stop being tools"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I am trying to do with recruiters, trying to get them to stop being tools. Tom Hastings, a white man of peace, used to come down to the recruiting station and SCREAM in the faces of these men...and that never stopped them from pulling the trigger. In my opinion, as well, screaming in someone's face IS  violence, and considering people like Tom enjoy considering themselves non-violent, I would suggest that you and serephim enjoy considering yourselves non-racist...while living on my land...in a white imperialist colonialist society...where white folks, such as you two, can come here and tell me what is and isn't racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used the words, Zek, that I "have nothing to complain about American's killing [my] ancestors." Here, using the word "have," you are IMPOSING your white male colonialist imperialist viewpoint upon me. You "have" narrowed the scope of the arguement and used my race against me. I don't vote. I have been told numerous times by people that if I don't vote then I "have no right to complain about the government." Yet, these same people will tell me this is the land of freedom. So, I am free to live under conservative fascism, or liberal fascism. There are always plenty of imperialist colonialists ready to tell me how I can and cannot live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have never seen anything that could ever be remotely construed as racist..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not. You are white and part of a white imperialist colonialist society. To explore institutionalized racism, you may just have to look at things in yourself that are not too pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The behavior of Eugene and Ms. Loving was eerily similar to the type of behavior manifested by every right wing lug nut I've debated with. You know the drill: First they attempt to debate with you - next they get angry and start calling you names - then ad hominem attacks and suggestions of mental instability and/or drug use - finally, ominous threat of violence. I expect to hear this stuff from the likes of Hannity, Larsen and Coulter but not from progressives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this comparison very interesting. Again, like Zek using my race to get a reaction out of me, you, too, are using the same type of tool, except this time it is comparing Lisa and I to Hannity, Larsen, and Coulter, which, there again, excuses you having to listen to what I am saying about yours and Zek's racist behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've listed to Positively Revolting Friday mornings where they have commented on this very thing (I wonder if Lisa Loving was there on those mornings)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have listened to this show many a time, and have been married to Melodie. Melodie has made many institutionally racist and classist comments on that show and has been called on almost all of them by Ani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would agree this statement could be hurtful but it was hardly racist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, here, you have a SUPERIOR understanding of racism from you white colonialist imperialist viewpoint... Uhhh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's clear Zek was using sarcasm to point out a contradiction in your belief system." serephim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our troops...need to stop being tools." Zek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, that IS what I've been saying. Hello! LISTEN WHITE FOLKS! I could get up and scream at recruiters using the same alleged peaceful methods of Tom Hastings, or I could talk with these men, get to know them, hand them books like "War is a Racket" by Smedley Butler, and get into their heads to hopefully get them to stop being tools. OK, great all knowing white colonialist imperialist serephim, where is the contradiction in that. Seems to me that Donovan's song says pretty much the same thing I've been saying and putting my ass out there on the line to try to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"False accusations of racism weaken legitimate claims of racism and play into the hands of true racist who benefit from anti-racists seem shrill and phony." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here again, a racist white imperialist colonialist occupier of my land has come here to tell me what is and isn't racism. Key word, TELL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are three things I have found interesting in our conversations that just haven't come up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Both Zek and Serephim I assume are pseudonyms for your own protection. I put my name out there, my birth name. I have no reason to fear the colonialist powers that occupy my land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Both Zek and Serephim have NOT engaged me in conversation about this issue. You both just tell me how it is...of course, that comes from you white imperialist colonialist viewpoints toward my indigenous darkie viewpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) No one has asked how I knew Zek and David were white. Think about that one, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerning your point about "legitimate racism," Serrephim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Liberty, a former Ph.D. candidate in the field of archaeology and co-host of "Mitakuye Oyasin," told me something very interesting about the Kennewick Man case. Alleged scientists stated that the size and shape of the skull meant Kennewick Man was not Indian. David informed me that skull size and shape varies more within the group than within the groups. In other words, Yakama skulls would vary greater amongst Yakama's than amongst all other racial groups. You can put this same pattern over many things, which I have done with racism, abuse, sexism, etc. Racism has many many forms. Some insideous, or, as Rhonda pointed out, very subtle. The institutional racist that both Serephim and Zek have portrayed is one of the MOST annoying forms of racism. But to say it is illegitimate is, well, illegitimate. In other words, you don't want to deal with this form of racism. You all don't want to be considered racists, and therefore you all NARROW the scope of the argument instead of discussing racism. And why should you have to discuss racism? You all could just tell me what is and isn't racism to avoid all such discussion. All you have to do...is tell ME how it is...which...in my opinion...serephim...is more like Hannity, Coulter, and Larsen than ANY of the comments I have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wake up, I wake up the occupying forces of imperialist colonialism on my land. That imperialist colonialism is motivated greatly by racism in part. The most annoying form of racism to me is institutionalized racism. Those things that racist white folks do that they claim are not racist. And, when folks of color like me bring that to their attention, my accusations can be superiorly dismissed with the wave of the mouth by calling my claims "illegitimate." This is NOT the first time this type of shit has happened to me. It happens to all people of color that I know of. Personally, I'm fucking tired of it. Like I pointed out, the KKK dude and the Skinhead dude would have NEVER said the shit Zek did to me, nor supported it, such as Serephim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said, I would suggest, Zek and Serephim, that you read "Autobiography of a Blue-Eyed Devil," by Inga Muscio. It deals with the type of racism you two portray. The racism known as "Institutionalized Racism." Read it, and learn something before you come here and tell me what is and isn't racism. I LIVE THIS SHIT EVERY FUCKING DAY! You can walk away at anytime and never hear of it ever again, using your white privilege...of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-602703525186593423?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/602703525186593423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/602703525186593423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/racism.html' title='Racism'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-5248573615398195138</id><published>2007-03-17T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T14:25:39.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apologies to you, Zek</title><content type='html'>Zek, I would sincerely like to apologize to you for my behavior toward you. I get really punchy when it comes to the type of racism you displayed. Now that I've calmed down, I've even gotten over my hatred. However, let me explain a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can walk away from this anytime you want. I live it. I face it every single day of my life. It wasn't until about six years ago that I finally just got tired of institutionally racists that I have started blowing up at many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived three doors down from the Beaverton chapter of the KKK and I used to commute back and forth to work with a Skinhead. These guys would have never said shit to me like you and David have, and so many others throughout my 43 years of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become rather reactionary when this shit pops up. It's kind of like someone poking you with a sharp stick everytime you see them. You can only ignore the shit so long before you blow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use the type of logic you did to justify all attrocities of all kinds in all places and EVERYONE'S complicity in them in one form or another. It is simple and easy and a good way to keep us all divided where should be united.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I don't hate you. But you definitely pissed me off and I did hate you for a few days there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few other intensely institutionally racist statements made by a few semi-famous white folks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Watson of the Sea Shepherd Society on his way to protest the Makah whaling I believe in '99 stated: "We have become the Indians and the Indians have become the cavalry." This statement has earned him my hatred and I haven't stopped hating him not only because of this. He has also alligned himself with an anti-Indian anti-Environmental senator, Slade Gorton. He has also lied about being at Wounded Knee in '73 and being given the name greywolf clearwater by Wallace Black Elk. No one remembers him, however. There are many other things about that ugly cracker ass piece of shit as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I confronted Peter Bergel of Oregon Peace Works about his sexism and racism, he had this to say to me: "We are all a little sexist and racist, Eugene, even you." Thus excusing all of his racism and sexism. When I brought up the fact that his racism is one of the reasons why people of color don't want to join him in the peace movement, he had this to say: "If people of color would quit blaming white men for their shortcomings..." then we would have unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With people like this on our side, we have virtually no chances at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I get very reactionary about this form of racism. It can't be cracked. I don't expect you to change or necessarily even to see it in yourself. I have heard of Skinheads and KKK getting deprogrammed but so far NEVER any person with institutional racism. *sigh* And here it is...another fucking day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-5248573615398195138?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5248573615398195138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/5248573615398195138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-apologies-to-you-zek.html' title='My Apologies to you, Zek'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-2121356512054753195</id><published>2007-03-17T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T02:10:59.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayans Clean Up After Bush</title><content type='html'>[I usually don't reprint whole articles, but this one...I Love what these people are doing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activists 'Purify' Site After Bush Visit&lt;br /&gt;The Associated Press&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, March 15, 2007; 4:35 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IXIMCHE, Guatemala -- A whiff of incense, a sputter of candles, a hum of prayer. Mayan Indian activists on Thursday offered the gentlest protest yet to the Latin American tour of President Bush as they held a purification ceremony to drive out the "bad spirits" they said he had left behind during a stop at their ancient pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush visited Iximche, capital of the prehispanic Kaqchiqueles kingdom, during his daylong trip to Guatemala as part of a five-nation tour of Latin America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activists said the bad spirits were roused by Bush's policies, including the U.S.-led war in Iraq and an immigration raid last week in Massachusetts that netted several Guatemalan immigrants and left dozens of their children stranded at schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today is a special day on the Mayan calendar," said Jorge Morales, director of the Young Mayan Movement. "That's why we are taking advantage to do this special event to clean and get rid of the bad spirits and re-establish this sacred place's harmony."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of about a dozen ascended a partially restored stone pyramid to a central altar, where they burned incense, scattered holy water and bowed to the ground in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organizers of the protest are leaders of Indian rights organizations associated with the left-leaning National Indian and Peasant Coordinating Committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 The Associated Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/03/15/AR2007031501373.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-2121356512054753195?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/2121356512054753195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/2121356512054753195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/mayans-clean-up-after-bush.html' title='Mayans Clean Up After Bush'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-4288843020269334209</id><published>2007-03-16T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:10:30.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marilyn Vann</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cherokee.org/Phoenix/2006/Images07/NEWS02_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.cherokee.org/Phoenix/2006/Images07/NEWS02_md.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leslie Ross (left) and Marilyn Vann (right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, March 22, on "Mitakuye Oyasin/Indian World," KBOO 90.7fm, Eugene Johnson, David Liberty, Warren Robinson, and quite possibly John Tally, will be interviewing Marilyn Vann of the Descendents of the Freedmen of the Five Civilized Tribes Association. We will be discussing the recent decision of the Cherokee to exclue the Freedmen from the tribe and the impending court battles to reverse this Custerwork decision on the part of the Cherokee. Tune in from 1:30 to 3:00pm, 90.7fm or at www.kboo.fm. It will be the first indigenous membership drive show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-4288843020269334209?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4288843020269334209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4288843020269334209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/marilyn-vann.html' title='Marilyn Vann'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-8491863581212676955</id><published>2007-03-16T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T02:46:16.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linda's Indian Home</title><content type='html'>On "Native Nations" last night, David Liberty informed me that he met Linda Thompson, the great grandaughter of Tommy Thompson, the fishing chief at Celilo Falls for 84 years. He invited her down to the show, but wasn't sure if she would make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out the show discussing the wars with Iraq and Afghanistan and the soon to be coming war with Iran, when Linda and Marcella showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we four sat and talked about Celilo Falls and life around fishing then and now, Linda mentioned there were a couple of books that talked a lot about Tommy Thompson. One was "Linda's Indian Home," a book I have read several times to my daughter with lots of photos of an Indian baby named Linda. I had always wondered what happened to her, and then realized... I asked Linda if she was the Indian baby in "Linda's Indian Home." Turns out...SHE IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my copy now, but I am going to find it and have her sign it. I can't wait to tell Felicia about this also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-8491863581212676955?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8491863581212676955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8491863581212676955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/lindas-indian-home.html' title='Linda&apos;s Indian Home'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-3343860366374503546</id><published>2007-03-14T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:54:44.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vigil 3-13-07</title><content type='html'>It was quite a good vigil yesterday. It was a good turn out with a few people who only occasionally make it, the regulars, and a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got flipped off A LOT! Lots of people think war is great and are too chickenshit to do their own killing. We also got lots of support from passers by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob, the WWII Vets for Peace guy has a sign that says "Our Military Are Terrorist." It's a quote from Howard Zinn and it kicks up a lot of controversy as it were. The fact is...they are. The only difference between U.S. led terror and what we are propagandized as terrrorism is that U.S. led terror is sanctioned by the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even had a counter protester. An older black fellow was yelling that he was a Vietnam Vet. He seemed to be inebriated. He was walking through the traffic with his hat and almost getting hit numerous times. He held his hat as a counter protest sign and kept screaming "VIET-FUCKING-NAM! I'm a Vietnam Vet." I knew there was no talking to him but I really wanted to ask a few things: Did you know you fought for the same government that enslaved your people? The same system that upheld apartheid against your people into the '60's. The same government that had a sterilization system set up especially for your women. The same government that would allow lynchings of your people in the South so white citizens could have picnics beneath the hanged corpses of your brethren. The same government that in 2004 stole thousands of votes from blacks in the military. But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recruiter, however, came out and gave the man a hat. Wow! "I went to Vietnam, got PTSD, got wounds that didn't heal properly, got shit for health care, killed lots of people, and continue to suffer greatly, but at least I got this fuckin' hat." One word comes to mind about that recruiter..."embarrasin'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman finally came around and talked to the man and they walked off. I could see his eyes were damaged and wondered if it was from the war. I wondered if he was homeless or struggling to keep a roof over his head. He definitely had a problem with alcohol or a reasonable facsimile thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also screaming that we should support the troops. I don't know why it is that people think we don't support the troops. They just assume. Our troops are being exposed to depleted uranium. Our troops are suffering from PTSD severly. Our troops are getting shit health care when they return. Our troops have to pay for their own wounds. Our troops are committing war crimes. Our troops are away from their families often for years. Our troops are in Iraq and Afghanistan and soon Iran to enrich the coffers of already rich fucking assholes. We want our troops to come home, be with their families, get decent medical and mental health care, and be treated with respect by the same government that treats them like shit for killing for chickenshits to rich to do the killing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cherry on the whipped cream: One of the recruiters I have only seen a few times out there. Big guy, really tough looking, looks like he likes to kill. As we were leaving, he was heading into his recruiting office. I said rather loudly so he could hear, something like, "How's it going?" He responded with a "Shut Up!" Me and the few people left responded to that with laughter, and lots of it. What a rude asshole. One passer by, a pedestrian, told us these guys were slaughtering women, children, men, elders, and occasional insurgents in Iraq so we can sleep safely at night. So this rude recruiter killed lots of people in Iraq for me to get some sleep, comes back and treats me rudely. We all laughed at that pedestrian, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-3343860366374503546?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3343860366374503546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/3343860366374503546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/vigil-3-13-07.html' title='Vigil 3-13-07'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-7423458117676302272</id><published>2007-03-13T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:30:51.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to be Left Out of the Custer Biz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nativeamericans.com/GeorgeCuster_Scouts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.nativeamericans.com/GeorgeCuster_Scouts.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Custer amongst the sell-out traitors who Love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read the lead article on the Indianz.com website. Seems that the U.S. wants to cut out urban Indian health programs. I guess Dick (Custer) Cheney needs to add to that already heavily stockpiled masses of money to his former Halliburton Corporation, just my opinion of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here again, we have the Might Whitey defining who is and isn't Indian for their own benefit. Add that to the Cherokee Freedmen being cut away by Custer Work of their fomer tribal affiliates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custer Custer everywhere, and FUCK, I don't carry guns and I aint supposed to kill. Shit! Me and my fucking values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, folks, it's about time we end the occupation of our nation, currently known as the United States of America. We need to get the illegal government currently known as the United States Government to stop illegally making laws and forcing people world wide to suffer under the horrific conditions imposed by it's empire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shit just has to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.indianz.com/News/2007/001803.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, there's more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems the governor of NY is still pushing his ILLEGAL tax program of taxing cigarettes sold to non-Indians on the rez. How can he do this? Because he is the Mighty Whitey Master of all Indian Nations. Would he impose such an illegal law on, say, Canada, Mexico, France, Britain, Whatever other nation? Of course not. But he will on an ALLEGED sovereign nation within the boundaries of the U.S. Why? Because they are the masters of the Red Nigger Race, and if we Red Niggers don't bow to their might, they will threaten military violence, as the former governor of NY, Pitaki did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.indianz.com/News/2007/001814.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is still more. I shouldn't just isolate the Cherokee for their Freedmen decision. The Enterprise Rancheria of California Indians disenrolled some 70 people from their rolls and because two women complained about their decision, they, too, were disenrolled. Thank you for those whitey definitions of Indians so we Indians can do the Custerwork for you and a few can corrupt away a bunch more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.indianz.com/News/2006/017345.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Fuck! Seems like a lotta tribes, especially in California, are disenrolling people left and right in order to amass corrupted tribal funds into their own illegitimate Custer coffers. The Pechanga seem to be one of those tribes. Lotsa Custer Lovers around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2006-11-28-tribes-cover_x.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-7423458117676302272?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7423458117676302272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/7423458117676302272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-to-be-left-out-of-custer-biz.html' title='Not to be Left Out of the Custer Biz...'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-6643699882215323245</id><published>2007-03-11T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T14:42:02.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 years and a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomoftheelders.org/prog306/images/HI6_falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.wisdomoftheelders.org/prog306/images/HI6_falls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Felicia and I went to the Celilo Falls Memorial at Celilo Village. Other than traffic noise, it is oddly quiet. We ran into Rhonda, David Liberty, Andy Norris, and a few other folks we knew there. We shopped around but didn't buy anything, then Felicia and I had to head to a concert in Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked Rhonda to her car at Celilo Park, just across the freeway from the village and next to Chewana. We tossed rocks into the water and Felicia tried to skip a few with a little success. Rhonda, Felicia and I all had a good time by that calm river taking pictures and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia and I headed to our car, back across the freeway and on the ride home, I knew how to get the idea through to the little girl just what the shit face American government did in order to kill off more Indians as well as salmon and a huge eco system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know that film footage we show at the beginning of [Native Nations TV] show? You know, of the Indians fishing the big falls?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's where we were," I informed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia's was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know where Rhonda parked her car? You know where we were tossing stones into the river?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is where the falls were, well, are, buried under all of that water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her jaw dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove by The Dalles Dam, the machine that murdered the falls, and the U.S. government, the monster behind the machine, we flipped it off in defiance. I wondered when the falls will be heard again. The dams won't last forever, but it looks like we Indians will, much to the disfavor of the U.S. genocidal government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also heard of a woman whose family has lived in the village for many hundreds of generations. She will be removed and her home bulldozed because her family dared to defy the U.S. genocidal government and refuse to sign up with a federally recognized tribe which would have meant moving to that rez for a certain period of time. They didn't want to leave. Now the Corps of Engineers will be kicking them off and bulldozing their home. That, my friends, is why white men like to have control over our identity. They can more easily terrorize us into submission should we uppity red niggers get out of hand, or, they could do it just for the fun of it, like it seems they are doing to this family. Thank you whitey! Thank you for telling us what is and isn't Indian. Thank you for terrorizing our peoples to this day. Just kidding! I really mean to say FUCK OFF! Like you haven't stolen enough from us already. Us and so many others. When will it be e(fucking)nough already! Jesus FUCK! Is their no end to your fucking cruelty...? I didn't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-6643699882215323245?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6643699882215323245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6643699882215323245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/50-years-and-day.html' title='50 years and a day'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-585463870195897528</id><published>2007-03-11T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T09:48:38.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Esteem</title><content type='html'>Now, onto a totally different subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently having serious struggles with self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housemate recently told me some guy called KBOO and said he hated hearing her on the air. This hurt her a lot. I reminded her that there are thousands of us who Love hearing her on the air so she shouldn't put too much weight in the words of a single asshole. I guess I should take my own advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a friend described me as pretty much one of the most misogynyst people she knows. She told me that since I talked about some 8 or so women that MAY have shown interest in me, some sort of attraction, that I now believe that all women want my body (if you seen pictures of me or met me, you know damn well sure that it is amazing if one woman wants my body let alone all). How 8 or so became all, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also informed me that she does not Love me for who I am. Now here, I also had this stupid fucking idea that your friends above all others should Love you for who you are. I guess that I'm not only the most hideous monster in the world, but one of the most fucking stupid as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've gotten into this angry rut that is hard for me to get out of. At times, not all the time, but very intensely when it happens, I again think of myself as the fat ugly horrible monster that I believed myself to be when with my first two wives. The first one often told me how ugly I was, the second reminded me that it was my soul that was the ugly part. When I left both of these women, I suddenly became the greatest guy in the world...yeah...right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I start thinking about those words my friend...alleged friend...told me, I start to feel like that ugly horrible hideous monster that I believed myself to be when with the first two wives. I'm too fat and ugly to be Loved. I too misogynyst. There is plenty of shit wrong with me, and so many people seem to expect me to be some form of Jesus instead of the horrible hideous monster I used to feel like all the time and keeps creeping more and more into my life as the days have passed since receiving those horrible e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start thinking things like the two women I thought felt some sort of attraction to me during Christmas were really thinking they should call 911 and inform the cops something just escaped from the zoo. Maybe they were sussing out the danger of their horrific situation of me being in the same proximity, the danger level of this hideous monster. I mean, afterall, how could they be attracted to something as hideous as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been struggling against this shit, quietly and privately, until this moment. I'm hoping that if I write about this shit, it will help someone else in struggles such as these. One thing I always know is that I am not the only one. And, maybe, hopefully, it will help me in my struggle with my self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of that one person making that mean phone call about my housemate and the thousands of others who Love her. Not that thousands of others Love me, but there are a few, and this alleged friend is the only person who has ever said such horrible shit about me other than my first two wives. So, anyway, there you go, for what it's fucking worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-585463870195897528?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/585463870195897528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/585463870195897528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/self-esteem.html' title='Self-Esteem'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1788240782098041104</id><published>2007-03-10T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T02:33:31.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who and what is a 'Real Indian'?</title><content type='html'>Who and what is a 'Real Indian' ?&lt;br /&gt;by Jim Craven/Omahkohkiaayo i'poyi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his play "The White Plague", Sean O'Casey's main character notes: "Nothing is so passionate as a vested interest disguised as an intellectual conviction." Indeed that appears to me to be what's going on here. Here we have the "Vichy Indians" (in academia, BIA/DIA, corrupt BIA/DIA "Tribal Councils" and elsewhere) intent on more smearing of Ward Churchill, hiding their own treachery and academic sycophany, while  trying to use a real issue--thefts of Indian Identity/Voice--to try to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother used to quote Chief Lame Deer of the Lakota often who noted: "You can tell a real Red Indian by how he [or she] lives his [or her] life and not blood percentage." She used to say to all three of her children that: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... "blood-quantum, whatever it may mean or not really mean, comes from Creator; no one chooses his or her blood quantum, and thus it is a mere fact and not an accomplishment to be proud of or a sin to be ashamed of. But what one can "choose", and thus it is what someone is responsible for, is whether or not one walks 'The Red Road' and serves one's People &lt;br /&gt;versus outright betraying them and/or not standing up in their defense." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my mother would look intensely, and my brother and sister can can also remember this vividly as she said all of this so many times to us, and she would say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any Indian who does not keep the Sacred Sacred, any Indian who does not protect the children, any Indian who does not respect the Elders, any Indian who does any kind of corruption, ain't a real Indian no matter what his or her purported blood quantum; and he or she, like one of Custer's Scouts, is doing 'Custer Work'  and aiding and abetting the extermination of what he or she DARES to call--and trade-on--his or her OWN BLOOD or OWN PEOPLE..." (she would add emphasis where I have) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's see. Ward Churchill, whose research his detractors continually refuse to take on directly,  has gone where few scholars, and certainly where none of his "Vichy Indian" detractors in academia and elsewhere have ever dared to go. He has not only exposed the genocidal conditions past and present that Indians (and many non-Indians as well) have had to endure and still have to endure, he has also exposed, in their own words and documents, the clear genocidal intentions, consciousness of guilt, cover-ups, double dealing etc of, and behind, the various governments, private interests, institutions, laws and agencies of those places where Indigenous Peoples are being exterminated.  I find no evidence of Ward Churchill ever covering up, euphemizing, spinning, profiting from, rationalizing, parcing words,  grant whoring, naked sycophancy or any other form of support for genocide and those agencies like the BIA/DIA and Acts like the Indian Act/Indian Reorganization Act set up to facilitate, legitimate and cover-up genocide against Indigenous Peoples. Seems to me that Ward Churchill meets the tests of the likes of Chief Lame Deer and Ohiyesa, or Dr. Charles Eastman ("The Soul of the Indian") as to who and what is a "Real Indian"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some of these "Vichy Indians" of pampered academia, the BIA/DIA and various BIA/DIA Tribal/Band Councils, say that the only real test of who and what is a "Real Indian" is BIA/DIA registration or enrollment. So here we have the creations and toadies of occupiers, clearly intent on the assimilation and/or extermination of Indian nations as nations and Peoples as Peoples, called Tribal or Band Councils, (and this is not an indictment per se of everone who has been on a Tribal Council) often occupied and dominated by the most predatory, narcissistic, corrupt, ignorant and least regarded of the "Tribes or Bands they dominate, often the least like "Real Indians", and they are supposed to be the ones to certify who and what is a "Real Indian". And of course, surprise surpirse, they only regard as "Real Indians" those certified as such by themselves and the governmental entites for which they act as concubines.  And sadly, those Indians so proud of being "BIA or DIA Enrolled", and regard that as some kind of legitimacy and validation for their own personal "identity", are like a French person in Nazi-occupied France saying "I am a real Frenchman, see here, I have a DFA (Department of French Affairs) card certifying my blood and loyalty issued by the Vichy Government under the authority granted it by the Bureau of French Affairs of the Government of the Third Reich." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One BIA document quoted by Patricia Lemark reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Set the blood quantum at one quarter, hold to it as a rigid definition of Indians, let intermarriage proceed, and Indians will eventually be defined out of existence. When that happens, the federal government will be finally freed from its persistent Indian problem." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adolf Eichmann could have written that. And the Vichy Indians would have us accept that the very agencies set up to facilitate and cover-up genocide against Indigenous Peoples, and the very policies they set up to facilitate Indians being "defined" or exterminated "out of existence", are the very ones to be used to determine who and what is a "Real Indian". And further, they either have nothing to say about, in some cases are involved, in  the clear corruption routinely going on in official BIA/DIA enrollments in the US and Canada with propertied whites being enrolled as "real Indians", while even "full-bloods", born and raised on the Rezes, without a clear one-quarter from a given Nation, are denied enrollment in order to limit the claims on shrinking pies of lands and resources. In fact, when you see some of the grants and papers that these academic types questioning Ward's background produce, when you have been to as many conferences with these sycophantic creatures (I was with a few at a conference in China) as I have, it comes as no surprise to me that they question Ward Churchill's background as they typically lack the preparation and intellect to take on, God forbid, the actual content of his highly distrubing--to their interests and those of their patrons--work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the issue of theft, misappropriation of Indian "Identity" and "Voice", in academia and elsewhere is an important one on several levels. First of all, narrow, often superficial, identity politics, along with some of the narrow identity-based programs in academia, often push the notion that to be truly "qualified" in some identity-based academic program, one must necessarily be from the group on which specialized research is being conducted. The presumption is that merely "being" whatever (Native, African-American, LGBT etc) is not only a credential in and of itself to be in that narrow identity-based program, but a necessary one at that in order to be taken as "credible".; the notions and criteria of who and what is a "real" whatever, however, are "themselves often quite superificial and suspect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had many Blackfoot, born and raised on Blackfoot Rezes, fluent in Blackfoot language, staunch practioners of traditional Blackfoot Spirituality, who have never betrayed Blackfoot People, notify DIA in Canada that they are not to be considered "DIA/Indian Act Indians", will not carry or recognize DIA ID cards and will not accept "Treaty 7 Money". Are they no longer "Real Blackfoot" while members of Blackfoot DIA/BIA Tribal Councils, under heavy investigation for apparent rampant corruption and collusion with genocide, are the "Real Blackfoot"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would suggest that these academics questioning the authenticity and bona fides of others be also examined. Do what all Indians do: "Who is your grandmother?" What Rez do you identify with and why? Who knows you there? What have you done tangibly in service of what you call your People? When and by whom were you first identified as being from a given People? What is the name of your People in your language (you would be surprised how many supposed descendents of Cherokee princesses do not know what Tsalagi means)? Do you speak your People's language and if not why not? Are you trying to learn your Nation's language to help to preserve it and if not why not? Have you been painted and named and if so when, where and by whom? These are some of the questions I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if someone shows me a BIA/DIA card, and especially if they have never lived on a Rez or even seriously been on one, if they have no present contacts or tried to forge them on the Rezes of the Nations they claim as their own, and they are proud of having a BIA or DIA card and regard that as "evidence" of their "Indianness", that is the last person I will regard as a "Real Indian" anymore than I would regard as "Real French", a French person proud of beinng certified "Real French" by the Vichy Government of nazi-occupied France. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this issue is too important to be left to those Vichy Indians, in academia, BIA/DIA, Tribal/Band Councils and elsewhere, whose own backgrounds, interests, work, alliances, allegiances, agenda and backroom machinations leave them far more suspect of not being "Real Indians" than Ward Churchill no matter what their phenotypes (do they "look" Indian) and purported "blood quantums" or "legends" of their own that they claim often without the "proof" they demand of others.  Indeed I have run into respected Elders from Rezes and areas that some of those in academia in Canada and elsewhere in Native Studies programs say they are from, and either not one of the respected Elders knows them, or, they know OF them but have not seen them for a long time, or, often their opinions of them are not very high at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Craven/Omahkohkiaayo i'poyi&lt;br /&gt;Blackfoot Nation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1788240782098041104?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1788240782098041104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1788240782098041104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/who-and-what-is-real-indian.html' title='Who and what is a &apos;Real Indian&apos;?'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-773006663676125789</id><published>2007-03-08T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T06:49:42.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MO</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was delivering produce to Legacy Meridian Park Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the cooks whom I chit chat with occasionally asked me that question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you American Indian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions can go anywhere and I was very apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you work at the radio?" she asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This didn't sound too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know a guy, musta been about five years ago, his name was Mo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mo Simmons?" I asked, rather surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!" she said. "Mo, well, Michael, was my brother. Well, my foster brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo, for those of you who don't know, was a homeless Grande Ronde poet who would come down to KBOO when Jim Craven was still co-host of "Mitakuye Oyasin" and read. Mo would read some of the most amazing and powerful poetry. He was, as I often told him, a god amongst men. One day, while walking through Colonel Summers Park (I hate that name), I saw Mo stumbling. His liver was swollen and he was walking ver slow. We talked for a bit and I knew it was too late, but I told him that thing I always told him when I saw him and he had been drinking. "Mo, please try to stop. We need you here, Brother." "I know," he would usually respond with his beautiful smile. And I remembered that smile as he joked with his siblings on his death bed in the hospital as they'd reminisce about their history. A history that had the darkness of genocide mixed in with it as they were all separated after that Genocidal General FUCK of an alleged president, Dwight D. Eisenhower, signed the termination of the Grand Ronde Nation in '56. 8 siblings, split up into several different chunks (or was that 12 siblings?), a father, a former tribal chairman, so depressed at the alleged completed genocide of his people by that piece of shit Ike. And there was Mo, joking (as best he could) and smiling and remembering events from his past with his siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Colleen must have been there and I must have met her, but I don't remember. She told me she was in the room when Mo took his last breath. There were tears almost forming in her eyes, and I knew I would cry sooner or later, but best not at work. She was at his funeral, too, and I must have seen or met her there as well, but again, don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she was going to try to find a picture of Mo, former God Amongst Men, and pass it on. I promised to renew my efforts to get copies of the Mo tapes from Jim and make her copies as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MO! I MISS YOU BROTHER! SEND REINFORCMENTS! MANY BLESSINGS TO YOU WHEREVER YOU ARE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-773006663676125789?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/773006663676125789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/773006663676125789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/mo.html' title='MO'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-6663338046761661147</id><published>2007-03-05T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T17:18:27.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Needs Custer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.delsjourney.com/images/news/news_01-10-06/1-7150-George-Custer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.delsjourney.com/images/news/news_01-10-06/1-7150-George-Custer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs Custer? The Cherokee's have committed autogenocide and kicked out the Freedmen with an impressive 77% vote. Who needs custer? Not the Cherokee. They have no problem living up to the mans expectations and destroying their own people. Read the article on Indianz.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.indianz.com/News/2007/001669.asp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-6663338046761661147?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6663338046761661147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6663338046761661147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/who-needs-custer.html' title='Who Needs Custer'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1496132984276612594</id><published>2007-03-03T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T13:26:00.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crow Hop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.photos.briangrady.com/gallery%202/slides/crows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.photos.briangrady.com/gallery%202/slides/crows.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through a beautiful meadow, "hey!" spirit calls to me from the high limbs of a tree. I look up and see him crouching up high on a limb. He jumped and turned into a crow and landed at my feet. I found myself turned into a crow. We looked at each other for amoment, then the meadow filled with crows; in the grass walking around, in the limbs of trees, flying in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at crow spirit. "I give you my desire to be Loved for who I am by a Lover," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A think smoky essence poured from me into spirit crow who then shared it with all the other crows. he laughed after this was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not a good idea to cling to your ideas," he said and laughed. I felt free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now what?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it you always say? ...Oh, yeah! Things don't always work out the way we expect them to, but they always work out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the crows laughed and headed for the skies, blackening it, leaving me and spirit crow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's do a little crow hop!" I told spirit crow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped around and found myself human again and spirit gone. I was alone and happy and crow hopped around the field until I was exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid in the grass and imagined shapes in the passing clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night came and with it, the stars and moon. I imagined worlds far and near...and was happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1496132984276612594?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1496132984276612594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1496132984276612594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/crow-hop.html' title='Crow Hop'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1353065502236121636</id><published>2007-03-03T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:42:54.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.picture-newsletter.com/shadows/shadow-88l3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.picture-newsletter.com/shadows/shadow-88l3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lovers will always chase your shadows,"&lt;br /&gt;Spirit told me.&lt;br /&gt;"Especially at dawn&lt;br /&gt;when they see how long&lt;br /&gt;and tall&lt;br /&gt;you could be&lt;br /&gt;but when noon comes&lt;br /&gt;and reality hits&lt;br /&gt;and they see what they've gotten themselves into...&lt;br /&gt;they will ALWAYS be disappointed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I have over 40 years left in this life.&lt;br /&gt;"Does it have to always be that way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look,"&lt;br /&gt;Spirit says.&lt;br /&gt;"You will live a long,&lt;br /&gt;happy,&lt;br /&gt;and productive life.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you won't get&lt;br /&gt;the one thing you've always wanted:&lt;br /&gt;to be loved for who you are&lt;br /&gt;by a Lover&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean life will be bad.&lt;br /&gt;Just lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Big deal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoulders hunch forward&lt;br /&gt;in my own disappointement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lovers will always chase your shadows&lt;br /&gt;at dawn and at dusk&lt;br /&gt;but when reality hits at noon&lt;br /&gt;and there are no shadows to be cast&lt;br /&gt;they will always be disappointed in the reality&lt;br /&gt;of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Lovers will always Love the fantasy&lt;br /&gt;and not the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No big deal, Brother,"&lt;br /&gt;spirit says.&lt;br /&gt;"Life is Good!&lt;br /&gt;There is power in that knowledge&lt;br /&gt;like the power in the knowledge &lt;br /&gt;of knowing you'll live into your 80's.&lt;br /&gt;You know two things now:&lt;br /&gt;You'll live into your 80's&lt;br /&gt;and no Lover will ever Love you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You could stop spending your energy&lt;br /&gt;wanting that fantasy to come true.&lt;br /&gt;You could stop chasing shadows and lies&lt;br /&gt;yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You can use that energy for something else.&lt;br /&gt;You yourself&lt;br /&gt;can stop chasing shadows of a fantasy world&lt;br /&gt;and live long and happy&lt;br /&gt;without a lover to share your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You have friends that can help with that.&lt;br /&gt;Live your life well&lt;br /&gt;and do what you can to change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop chasing shadows,&lt;br /&gt;Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never get what you want from a Lover.&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever Love you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;You will ALWAYS dissapoint.&lt;br /&gt;Now you have knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up&lt;br /&gt;and walk through your life.&lt;br /&gt;Live well.&lt;br /&gt;Stop chasing shadows&lt;br /&gt;and you will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course,&lt;br /&gt;I know you will have to heal from this.&lt;br /&gt;You've wanted Love so strongly&lt;br /&gt;You've worked hard to achieve it&lt;br /&gt;and to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;You did good...kinda,&lt;br /&gt;but it is not for you.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you should give up that idea&lt;br /&gt;is a hard and good thing.&lt;br /&gt;You get to mourn the loss&lt;br /&gt;of something you've always wanted&lt;br /&gt;but will never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So when the tears come&lt;br /&gt;let the come,&lt;br /&gt;but when you are done crying,&lt;br /&gt;you will always be happy&lt;br /&gt;and your friends&lt;br /&gt;will always Love you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's OK.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to stop chasing shadows."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1353065502236121636?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1353065502236121636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1353065502236121636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/shadows.html' title='Shadows'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-8764224162126660750</id><published>2007-03-01T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T16:20:45.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHIEF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos10.flickr.com/11860144_7b4099f663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos10.flickr.com/11860144_7b4099f663.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint no one as Indian as a White Man dressed like one, especially as a team mascot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week and a half ago, I had to spend two of my workdays sitting in a box known as the cab of a truck with a racist asshole whom I've previously mentioned started out our relationship with an extremely racist comment. Decent enough fellow...I guess. But what a racist and sexist fucking asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had to take that fucking route again and one of our customers called me "chief." It is a good things I don't carry weapons. I let it slide as confrontation in the workplace can often lead to getting the shit slammed in my own face. Racism, it's just a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I played a song on "Mitakuye Oyasin" with the wonderful help of Kathleen Stephenson who helped solve all the technical problems that came with playing the soundtrack of a DVD on the air. Garrett Morris sang those wonderful words that I always think when I have to put up with racist bullshit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see.&lt;br /&gt;When I kill all the whities I see, whitie will quit bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a certain satisfaction, a sense of self-defense when I play songs like this. A sense that I am still alive and I am still here to tell you I WANT IT ALL BACK! AND I WANT YOU TO CLEAN UP YOUR FUCKING MESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief Iliniwek is gone now, a thing of the past. The University of Illinois was forced to retire their racist mascot they claim was honoring Indians. Do you really want to honor Indians? Give us back our nation and get your fucking shithole genocidal U.S. government off of our land. This racist fucking bullshit is NOT honoring. It is purely racist fucking bullshit so you don't have to deal with the horrific bullshit y'all have heaped on us. We should just get over it because y'all don't want to deal with the fucking crimes you've all participated in. Then you call this racist bullshit honoring...FUCK Y'ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just venting a bit from all the racist shit I face for being this color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, however, those who pass (as it were) face it from both sides. They aren't Indian enough for whitey and many indians commit autogenocide and tell passers they aren Indian enough from Indians. And like Chetco Jennie's dad said, it's decendency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then their is the autogenocide the Cherokee are committing by ethnically cleansing the Black Cherokee's known as Freedmen. Autogenocide! Nobody kills Indians like our fellow Indians, as I'm fond of saying. We don't need Custer anymore, we can do the work for the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many reasons to keep us divided, and damn, if I aint feeling pissy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big fucking deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Carlos Chavez talked with me as I wrote and told me he was in Black Hawks neck of the woods where there was a wonderful honoring of the pioneer folks that colonized our land and slaughered all of us red nigger folks. The sacred area where Black Hawk and his people watered their horses, a spring fed cave, had graffitti and trash strewn all over. He also visited a spot where Black Hawk prayed, sitting on a sacred stone on a sacred site. This too had graffitti all over it and had trash strewn all over the place. But not the place honoring the truly good white folks who slaughtered us less than human red folks. I told Carlos of an article I read of the Sitting Bull memorial, graffittied and bullet ridden and strewn with trash. And I'm supposed to feel honored when I see whitey playing a red nigger for a bunch of other whities and white identified folks. yeah...Ok...fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a little pissy...OK...A LOT PISSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good riddence you fucking piece of shit mascot! Rot in fucking hell then get your fucking government off of my fucking land and clean up your fucking mess ASSHOLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-8764224162126660750?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8764224162126660750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/8764224162126660750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/chief.html' title='CHIEF!'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-6910878190134814103</id><published>2007-03-01T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:54:08.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no right</title><content type='html'>The sky opened up and sang a song&lt;br /&gt;in its dark cloudy day&lt;br /&gt;as I again decided to journey&lt;br /&gt;across the Burnside Bridge&lt;br /&gt;to buy tobacco at Rich's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are consumed&lt;br /&gt;by my failures at Love.&lt;br /&gt;I consider not doing it again&lt;br /&gt;and remember the last time I thought that&lt;br /&gt;I fell in Love with a woman&lt;br /&gt;who became a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is dangerous to say&lt;br /&gt;one will never try something ever again&lt;br /&gt;as they may find their ideals challenged&lt;br /&gt;as I had that day&lt;br /&gt;because I had vowed never to fall in Love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am careful as I&lt;br /&gt;put my secrets in my pockets&lt;br /&gt;and let them slip through the holes&lt;br /&gt;and into my river&lt;br /&gt;commonly known as the Willamette&lt;br /&gt;as I offer her tobacco&lt;br /&gt;and pray for her Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no right&lt;br /&gt;to receive what I desire in my life.&lt;br /&gt;This has been pointed out to me&lt;br /&gt;by experience&lt;br /&gt;and a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I have no right...&lt;br /&gt;and that is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stand across the largest canyon&lt;br /&gt;of two pieces of the same bridge&lt;br /&gt;that will never touch&lt;br /&gt;but will always be in each others presence&lt;br /&gt;and I realize&lt;br /&gt;I am unworthy.&lt;br /&gt;I am not worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my prayers&lt;br /&gt;and offer my tobacco with a smile&lt;br /&gt;as I return from my journey&lt;br /&gt;and clearly realize this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile as I see my relatives,&lt;br /&gt;two geese,&lt;br /&gt;fly beneath the bridge&lt;br /&gt;above the water&lt;br /&gt;so in sync&lt;br /&gt;so Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and it is good to see&lt;br /&gt;that it works with other species.&lt;br /&gt;It is good to know &lt;br /&gt;that it works with my fellow humans.&lt;br /&gt;But I...&lt;br /&gt;I am not worthy...&lt;br /&gt;And that is OK...&lt;br /&gt;and I smile&lt;br /&gt;and walk into the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-6910878190134814103?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6910878190134814103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/6910878190134814103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-no-right.html' title='I have no right'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-4066416400443206970</id><published>2007-02-25T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T11:39:27.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinder Gentler Forms of Ethnic Cleansing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ewyatt/CHARLES%20SR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ewyatt/CHARLES%20SR.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.heritagebooks.com/images/store/covers/P9495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.heritagebooks.com/images/store/covers/P9495.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cherokee.org/Phoenix/2006/Images07/NEWS02_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.cherokee.org/Phoenix/2006/Images07/NEWS02_md.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an article on Indianz.com where the Cherokee plan to kindly and gently ethnically cleanse their rolls. They are going to vote as to whether or not to allow the Cherokee Freedmen, blacks who were once slaves of the Cherokee turned members of the tribe after the Emancipation Proclaimation, to remain Cherokee tribal members. In other words, they are cutting off one of their arms in order to protect racial purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, let's not include the fact the the Cherokee are using the "White Man's" definitions of "racial purity," in order to make such a decision possible. "What's your blood quantum, Tonto?" "You're not a real Indian?" How many times have Indians heard this from non-Indians, and now the Cherokee are attempting to set a trend by defining some of their own people out of existence. This is called "auto-genocide," ahy the Bush administration isn't doing the same -- or threatening to -- in the Che term coined by Inga Muscio meaning a group of folks who faced genocide continuing that genocide without the help from the Master Race which usually comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the article, the judge basically states it is a sovereign right of the Cherokee to make such a vote possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.indianz.com/News/2007/001496.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"This is strictly an intra-tribal matter," [Diane Hammonds] told the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intra-tribal matter? Sounds like what Reagan and Bush 1 said about Saddam Hussein committing genocide against the Kurds. It's an intra-tribal matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The United States does not inject itself into elections, in intra-tribal matters," said Catherine Blanco of the Department of Justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must make it legal for the Whiteplumes to grow hemp on the rez property then, right? Then this quote follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In a closely-related case, the Interior Department did take a position when the Seminole Nation voted to deny citizenship to its Freedmen. The Bureau of Indian Affairs refused to recognize the leadership of the tribe and cut off all federal funding until the Freedmen were restored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last paragraph of the article states this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The roll includes Cherokees, Delawares, Shawnees and Freedmen. But the upcoming election would only deny citizenship to the Freedmen because it would require them to prove they have Indian blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethnic cleasing...Indians are doing it, too! We've learned a lot from you colonialist invaders. We've learned self-hatred, auto-genocide, and how to define ourselves using your dictionaries in order to make such things possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, there are Cherokee that cannot be federally recognized because their names are not on the original roles. They could be "full-bloods," and still not be able to "register" because they cannot be linked to a person on the original roll. Again, this is our white colonialist masters defining who and what we are and the Cherokee using it as a tool in order to commit "auto-genocide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many ways to keep us divided, and DAMMIT! IF WE AINT GONNA USE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ONE SO THE WEALTHY OF THIS NATION CAN CONTINUE TO OPPRESS US ALL FOR THEIR OWN GAIN! But that's OK, we'll do the oppressing for them. Their precious arms might get too tired if they had to pick up a gun and actually use it in one of the many forms of war that create their wealth. We'll do it for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-4066416400443206970?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4066416400443206970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/4066416400443206970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/02/kinder-gentler-forms-of-ethnic.html' title='Kinder Gentler Forms of Ethnic Cleansing'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-9110727744656178031</id><published>2007-02-25T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:53:50.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good!</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking some about my personal history lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having this wonderful feeling that I will be hiking the North Face of Mt. Adams twice this year. Once in early summer once in late summer. It's a tough hike, but fun and gorgeous. For some reason, this made me think of an incident, one of the first things I wrote about on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hiking on Hamilton Mountain behind Beacon Rock in Washington. A guy broke his leg sometime after I hiked by there. His wife ran by and I did my best to make contact with 911 finally getting the folks almost at the bottom of the hike and was asked to hike back up and hang with the man until the first rescue worker got back up there. When I got there, he was talking a lot to a couple that had stopped to keep him company until help came along. They were talking books. I stepped to the side and was hoping he wouldn't talk with me because I really didn't feel like talking. He started asking me about what I was reading and I told him, "Conquest," by Andrea Smith. Which eventually led me to talk about the genocide of indigenous folks in this nation and prompting me to say "I want everything back." After the rescuers got there, I got ready to head back down and the man shook my hand and said he hoped I did indeed get everything back. Far contrast from the usual discussion that happens when bringing this up to white folks, which is: "Where will I get deported to?" And I find one of my copies of the book here at the BOO in my box. Thanks LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really really good considering all the crazy crap I've been going through. Through it all, it has felt like a tidal wave and when the wave retreats, there I am, still standing on the beach, soaking, heart racing, alive and unhurt, wondering what the fuck just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to my hikes this summer. I look forward to concerts, singing and dancing, laughing, hanging out with friends, Revolution, making new friends, finding and meeting more heroes, eating good food, taking care of myself, writing, etc. Life is good! Life is really really good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-9110727744656178031?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/9110727744656178031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/9110727744656178031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-is-good_25.html' title='Life is Good!'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023048.post-1021118108330768324</id><published>2007-02-25T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T06:18:52.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>After the things I've been through in the last couple of weeks, I'm usually an emotional wreck. But this go round, I sought out healers to help me through some big transitions, and things are going well! There is lots of healing going on, and not just for me, and life is moving in a direction which I am enjoying very much. LIFE IS GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15023048-1021118108330768324?l=pudgyindian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1021118108330768324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15023048/posts/default/1021118108330768324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pudgyindian.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422661489753353784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
